For the King
Charles Gibbon
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, May 10, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 Excerpt: ...and then leaped the hedge. The cloak fell from about his neck, and Margaret recognized her father. She remained gazing at him as he stealthily made his way toward the house through the shrubbery. She was astounded by the strangeness of his manner; for one who had accustomed himself to so many disguises, and who had so frequently escaped capture by his coolness and adroitness in maintaining whatever character he assumed, could scarcely be expected to forget the very commonest principle of concealment--that of appearing to conceal nothing. But when she saw his face, the explanation was presented to her in the terrible revelation that his reason had become affected by the hopeless position of his cause, and the desperate measures he adopted to save it. His eyes glared frenziedly, and there was a black gloom upon his visage. His lips twitched and trembled, as if he were constantly speaking to himself; his hands moved with the nervous restlessness of one in delirium; and although he seemed to be watching every object with suspicion, the mind did not appear to understand what or why he watched. Without observing Margaret, he stood close by her, gazing blankly at the road, and she heard him muttering in a hollow voice, as if trying to re-assnre himself, "They follow, they follow, and follow. The air is loud with their voices. The tramp of their feet, the clang of their arms, the roll of their drums, ring in my ears, sleeping or waking, like the roar of a merciless cataract, from whose track I can not break. But the work goes on--yes, yes--I am assured of that--the work goes on." It was pitiable to see the haggard face, the burning eyes which seemed to have no sight, and the white hair straggling over the brow in matted locks, knowing that this man's life...