And then, one morning when August was well on the wane, something happened that broke the spell of deadening despair that held him in its grasp.
CHAPTER XIV.
NEWS OF LOVE AND WAR.
“Hidden perfumes and secret loves betray themselves.”
—Joubert.
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Joscelyn, from my upper window I have seen a rider turn into the next street and make for the tavern. Perchance he brings news or letters. Will you come with me and see?” It was Betty’s voice under her window, and Joscelyn put her head out a moment to say she would go; then ran downstairs. And go she did in spite of her mother’s vehement protest.
“’Tis scarce three weeks gone since you were reviled in the streets as a Tory, and now you will go thrust yourself in place to receive the same treatment again. ’Tis folly—ay, worse than folly!”