Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 35: what you’re looking at

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HOT-HEADED. 38 “ True as steel. If he has told you who] am it is for some good end. Tell me who you are.” “T am one who is, and who is not—a phantom, a shadow —now here, now there, It is easier to trace the course of a comet than mine. It would do you no good if I told you, yet, since you must have a name to address me by, call me Anselmo.” ‘* Monsieur—’ began the young man. “I said not that. Address me in English. I can speak it well, and this French hangs heavy on my tongue. I am no Frenchman., If I love any man,I love Despard. . He wishes you treated kindly, and it shall. be done.” “More than this. I wish to see Marie D’ Arigny.” ‘‘ My fair neighbor., Very well... We will see what can be done., 1.beve some faith.in my ability to bring) the makion here. .A. good and true maid, I believe.” “Let me see the man who dare say otherwise,” said Wil ton, fiercely, “ and. he shall cross swords with me.” “Tut, tut. You are marvelously hot-headed, my dear ai Nobody shall challenge the purity of your..lady. You. shall see her, if it is in my power. But, you. must be hungry after your tramp from Chambly... Let us see. if we,can do any thing»for you.” He rung a bell and a negro appeared, bearing 2 team con- taining venison steaks, some fine wheat bread, and.a flask of wine, with glasses. These he set before Wilton, on 9 little . table, and immediately withdrew, ‘Make no ceremony,” said the old man, “and have no fear of Anselmo, » He has nothing, but kindness for you in his heart.” .. ile a aes 8 «lace “ Thanks,” ‘said Wilton. “ You,shall find that I will pun- ish your food, dreadfully.. I am rather, sharp-set after my tramp from the Chambly.” “ Did you-see any Indians by the way?” . “y passed within sight of several camp-fires, but I only saw one Indian, whom.I know. .I stepped :into. the bushes, to let him ik al ‘was Wenona, the. Giant Chief of St. Regis.” . ‘ Listen. to me, young. sir, There. ie no. . nobler heart: than that. which beats i in the broad. bosom of. Wenona, in all this CoOTmiclooolks (GO)