Ailsa Paige by Robert W. (Robert William) Chambers
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"'_Must_ you go so soon? So soon?'"
"He dismounted and clutched the senseless carbineer" "She dropped on her knees at his bedside and hid her face on his hands" "'Phillip--Phillip--my lover, my country, my God--worshipped and adored of men!'" AILSA PAIGE CHAPTER I The butler made an instinctive movement to detain him, but he flung him aside and entered the drawing-room, the servant recovering his equilibrium and following on a run. Light from great crystal chandeliers dazzled him for a moment; the butler again confronted him but hesitated under the wicked glare from his eyes. Then through the brilliant vista, the young fellow caught a glimpse of a dining-room, a table where silver and crystal glimmered, and a great gray man just lowering a glass of wine from his lips to gaze at him with quiet curiosity. The next moment he traversed the carpeted interval between them and halted at the table's damask edge, gazing intently across at the solitary diner, who sat leaning back in an arm-chair, heavy right |
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