author - "Baroness Emmuska Orczy"
perchance to hear again that mirthful, happy laugh.Then game a gust of wind, the sun retreated, the soldiers gasped, and lo! before Mr. Inch or Mr. Corporal had realized that the picture was made of flesh and blood, horse and rider has disappeared, there, far out across the Heath, beyond the gorse and bramble and the budding heather, with not a handful of dusk to mark the way they went. Only once from far, very far, almost from fairyland, there came, like the echo of a sliver bell, the sound of
gates."What cart?" asked Bibot, roughly. "Driven by an old hag. . . . A covered cart . . ." "There were a dozen . . ." "An old hag who said her son had the plague?" "Yes . . ." "You have not let them go?" "MORBLEU!" said Bibot, whose purple cheeks had suddenly become white with fear. "The cart contained the CI-DEVANT Comtesse de Tourney and her two children, all of them traitors and condemned to death." "And
perchance to hear again that mirthful, happy laugh.Then game a gust of wind, the sun retreated, the soldiers gasped, and lo! before Mr. Inch or Mr. Corporal had realized that the picture was made of flesh and blood, horse and rider has disappeared, there, far out across the Heath, beyond the gorse and bramble and the budding heather, with not a handful of dusk to mark the way they went. Only once from far, very far, almost from fairyland, there came, like the echo of a sliver bell, the sound of
gates."What cart?" asked Bibot, roughly. "Driven by an old hag. . . . A covered cart . . ." "There were a dozen . . ." "An old hag who said her son had the plague?" "Yes . . ." "You have not let them go?" "MORBLEU!" said Bibot, whose purple cheeks had suddenly become white with fear. "The cart contained the CI-DEVANT Comtesse de Tourney and her two children, all of them traitors and condemned to death." "And