“Not so sacred as one’s redeemer, Count, and, under God, here is mine!” he threw back, heatedly. “Mauravania forgot once; she will forget again. She must forget! My lords and gentlemen, I decline her flattering offer. My only kingdom is here—in this dear woman’s arms. Walk with me, Ailsa—walk with me always. You said you would. Walk with me, dear, as my queen and my wife.”
And putting his arm about her and holding her close, and setting his back to the lights and the flags and the glittering Guard, he passed, with head erect, through the murmuring gathering and went down and out with her—to the blue limousine—to the Yard’s service again—and to those better things which are the true crown of a man’s life.
At the foot of the steps Narkom and Dollops caught up with him, and the boy’s eager hand plucked at his sleeve.
“Guv’ner, Gawd love yer—Gawd love yer, sir; you’re a man, you are!” he said with a sort of sob in his voice. “I’m glad you chucked it. It was breakin’ my heart to think that I’d have to call you ‘Sire’ all the rest of my days, sir—like as if you was a bloomin’ horse!”
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