"Hers were the colour of the sea on a day when the sun shines on it,
and there are large fleece-white clouds floating in the blue above. They
sparkled and were often like bluebells under water."
"Bluebells under water sounds entrancing," said Betty.
He caught his breath slightly.
"They were--entrancing," he said. "That was evidently the devil of
it--saving your presence."
"I have never objected to the devil," said Betty. "He is an energetic,
hard-working creature and paints himself an honest black. Please tell me
the rest."
"Red Godwyn went forth, and after a bloody fight took his enemy's
castle. If we still lived in like simple, honest times, I should take
Dunholm Castle in the same way. He also took Alys of the Eyes and bore
her away captive."
"From such incidents developed the germs of the desire for female
suffrage," Miss Vanderpoel observed gently.
"The interest of the story lies in the fact that apparently the savage
was either epicure or sentimentalist, or both. He did not treat the lady
ill. He shut her in a tower chamber overlooking his courtyard, and after
allowing her three days to weep, he began his barbarian wooing. Arraying
himself in splendour he ordered her to appear before him.
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