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Captivity: The Third Day

           Atthemomentwhenhewasabouttoretire,shewascheeredwitharayofhope,forshethoughthewasabouttospeak;buthislipsmovedwithoutanysoundleavinghismouth,andmakingapowerfulefforttocontrolhimself,hesentbacktohisheartthewordsthatwereabouttoescapefromhislips,andwentout.Towardmidday,LorddeWinterentered.

           Itwasatolerablyfinewinter’sday,andarayofthatpaleEnglishsunwhichlightsbutdoesnotwarmcamethroughthebarsofherprison.

           Miladywaslookingoutatthewindow,andpretendednottohearthedoorasitopened.

           "Ah,ah!"saidLorddeWinter,"afterhavingplayedcomedy,afterhavingplayedtragedy,wearenowplayingmelancholy?"

           Theprisonermadenoreply.

           "Yes,yes,"continuedLorddeWinter,"Iunderstand.Youwouldlikeverywelltobeatlibertyonthatbeach!Youwouldlikeverywelltobeinagoodshipdancinguponthewavesofthatemerald-greensea;youwouldlikeverywell,eitheronlandorontheocean,tolayformeoneofthosenicelittleambuscadesyouaresoskillfulinplanning.Patience,patience!Infourdays’timetheshorewillbebeneathyourfeet,theseawillbeopentoyoumoreopenthanwillperhapsbeagreeabletoyou,forinfourdaysEnglandwillberelievedofyou."

           Miladyfoldedherhands,andraisingherfineeyestowardheaven,"Lord,Lord,"saidshe,withanangelicmeeknessofgestureandtone,"pardonthisman,asImyselfpardonhim."

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