Leave
it to me."
"You can't write to him, William!" cried Kitty, passionately.
"Leave it to me," he repeated. "Then suppose you take the boy--and
Margaret French--to Haggart till I can join you?"
"And your mother?" she said, timidly, coming to stand beside him and
laying a hand on each shoulder.
"Leave that also to me."
"How she'll hate the sight of me," she said, under her breath. Then,
with another tone of voice--"How long, William, do you give the
government?"
"Six months, perhaps--perhaps less. I don't see how they can last beyond
February."
"And then--we'll
fight!" said Kitty, with a long breath, smoothing
back the hair from his brow.
"Allow me, please, to command the forces! Well, now then, I must be
off!" He tried to rise, but she still held him.
"Did you have any breakfast, William?"
"I don't remember."
"Sit still and eat one of my sandwiches." She divided one into strips,
and standing over him began to feed him. A knock at the door arrested
her.
"Don't move!" she said, peremptorily, before she ran to open the door.
"Please, my lady," said Blanche, "Lady Tranmore would like to see you.
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