The Last of the Barons — Volume 08 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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Accordingly, in his new rank, and entitled to ruffle it with the
bravest, Sir Marmaduke Nevile accompanied the earl and the Lady Anne to the palace of the Tower. As Warwick, leaving his daughter amidst the brilliant circle that surrounded Elizabeth, turned to address the king, he said, with simple and unaffected nobleness,-- "Ah, my liege, if you needed a hostage of my faith, think that my heart is here, for verily its best blood were less dear to me than that slight girl,--the likeness of her mother, when her lips first felt the touch of mine!" Edward's bold brow fell, and he blushed as he answered, "My Elizabeth will hold her as a sister. But, cousin, part you not now for the North?" "By your leave I go first to Warwick." "Ah, you do not wish to approve of my seeming preparations against France?" "Nay, your Highness is not in earnest. I promised the commons that you would need no supplies for so thriftless a war." "Thou knowest I mean to fulfil all thy pledges. But the country so swarms with disbanded soldiers, that it is politic to hold out to them a hope of service, and so let the clouds gradually pass away." "Alack, my liege," said Warwick, gravely, "I suppose that a crown |
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