The Queen's Quair or the Six Years' Tragedy

The Queen's Quair or the Six Years' Tragedy

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ... was upon the quick, and not the dead. Ruthven, a black, dangerous man--scolding-tongued, impious in mind, thinking in oaths--yes: but a man! Archie Douglas, supple as a snake, Fawdonsyde and his foolish pistols, she considered not at all; but her mind harped upon Ruthven and the King, who had each laid rough hands upon her--and thus, it seems, earned her approbation. Ruthven had taken her about the middle and pushed her back, helpless, into the other's arms; and she had felt those taut arms, and not struggled; but leaned there, her face in his doublet. Pardieu, each had played the man that night! And Ruthven would play it again, and the King would not. No, no; not he! Ruthven, by rights, should be won over. Should she try him? No, he would refuse her; she was sure of it. He was as bluff, as flinty-cored as Ranging here and there, searching Scotland for his parallel, her heart jumped as she found him. Both well, Both well! Ha, if he had been there! It all began to re-enact itself--the scuffling, grunting, squealing business, with Bothwell's broad shoulders steady in the midst of it. Man against man: Bothwell and Ruthven face to face, and the daggers agleam in the candle-light: --hey, how she saw it all doing! Ruthven would stoop and glide by the wall: his bent knees, his mad, twitching brows! Bothwell would stand his ground in mid-floor, and his little eyes would twinkle. 'Play fairly with the candle, my Lady Argyll!' and he would laugh--yes, she could hear his ' Ho, ho, ho!' But she jumped up as she came to that, she panted and felt her cheeks burn. She held her fine throat with both hands until she had calmed herself. So doing, a thought struck her. She rang her hand-bell and sent for Des-Essars once more. When he came to her she made more

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  • Paperback | 166 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 9mm | 308g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236903536
  • 9781236903532