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When Charles the First was King
CHAPTER I.
OF OUR RIDE IN SEARCH OF ROSE.
E rode in silence down the rough lane that leads from Baghill to Darrington, keeping along the stretch of grass at the wayside as much as possible, so that the sound of our horses' feet mieht be deadened. Down the hill we went into Darrington, and past the cross-roads, where two or three men still lingered at the door of the inn and watched us curiously as we sped along. All that time we had spoken no word, but both
of us were full of rage and horror at the news brought to us by Belwether. I had ridden out at first half dazed at the strange tidings, comprehending nothing but that my dear love was in sore danger and that I must go to her assistance. But as my head cleared with the long gallop I began to think of what the bad news meant. Rose had been entrapped and carried away. It was a snare meant for no good. Who had done it ? Who had done it ? Over and over again this question came Into my head as we rode forward under the starlit sky.
''Whose hand Is this, Will ?" asked Philip Lisle at last, just as we came In sight of the lights at Dale's Field. " I did not know that my poor girl had an enemy—nor that I had either, for that matter."
" I cannot understand It," I answered, and said no more, knowing not what to say. And yet there was a suspicion in my mind that I might have spoken of to him If I had......
OF OUR RIDE IN SEARCH OF ROSE.
E rode in silence down the rough lane that leads from Baghill to Darrington, keeping along the stretch of grass at the wayside as much as possible, so that the sound of our horses' feet mieht be deadened. Down the hill we went into Darrington, and past the cross-roads, where two or three men still lingered at the door of the inn and watched us curiously as we sped along. All that time we had spoken no word, but both
of us were full of rage and horror at the news brought to us by Belwether. I had ridden out at first half dazed at the strange tidings, comprehending nothing but that my dear love was in sore danger and that I must go to her assistance. But as my head cleared with the long gallop I began to think of what the bad news meant. Rose had been entrapped and carried away. It was a snare meant for no good. Who had done it ? Who had done it ? Over and over again this question came Into my head as we rode forward under the starlit sky.
''Whose hand Is this, Will ?" asked Philip Lisle at last, just as we came In sight of the lights at Dale's Field. " I did not know that my poor girl had an enemy—nor that I had either, for that matter."
" I cannot understand It," I answered, and said no more, knowing not what to say. And yet there was a suspicion in my mind that I might have spoken of to him If I had......
288 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1892
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J.S. Fletcher
526 books56 followersJoseph Smith Fletcher was an English journalist, writer, and fellow of the Royal Historical Society. He studied law before turning to journalism.
His literary career spanned approximately 200 books on a wide variety of subjects including fiction, non-fiction, histories, historical fiction, and mysteries. He was known as one of the leading writers of detective fiction in the Golden Age .
His literary career spanned approximately 200 books on a wide variety of subjects including fiction, non-fiction, histories, historical fiction, and mysteries. He was known as one of the leading writers of detective fiction in the Golden Age .
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