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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salamanca</strong> <strong>Corpus</strong>: <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> (<strong>1900</strong>)<br />

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yourself. Your wife spoke of going to an inn to-night, did she not? You have, therefore,<br />

but to remain in the neighbourhood of the ordinary entrance to the Pavilion, and you<br />

must necessarily see her depart I feel for you with all my heart — I feel, I may say, with<br />

you, but believe me, I am helpless. Go; God bless you. After all, we are in His hands.<br />

Go, go," she repeated, somewhat impatiently. “You must take up your post at once. This<br />

may be but a mere piece of bravado, and when the girl comes to her senses she will<br />

probably wish to leave before it grows too late. If you are not on the watch, you may<br />

miss her."<br />

Thus adjured, Simon had no choice but to withdraw, and, feeling like a man in a<br />

nightmare, made his way to the Pavilion; taking up his stand at a point whence he had a<br />

good view of the entrance.<br />

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CHAPTER XXXIV.<br />

Sweet partner I must not yet forsake you…<br />

Let's be merry;<br />

"I am a gentleman.” I’ll be sworn thou art;<br />

Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit<br />

Do give thee five fold blazon. — Shakespeare.<br />

<strong>The</strong> eyes of the silent watcher were strained in the endeavour to lose no indication of the<br />

departure of the merry-makers within that strange and tawdry palace. His ears were so<br />

much on the alert that the mere throbbing of his own heart sounded unnaturally loud,<br />

while the breaking of the waters on the neighbouring beach, the more distant noises of<br />

the town, the very foot-falls of the passers-by, maddened him with the dread that such<br />

sounds might overpower those for which he longed — Rachel's footstep, Rachel's voice.

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