His Grace of Osmonde; Being the Portion of the History of That Nobleman's Life Omitted in the Relation of His Lady's Story Presented to the World of F (Paperback)

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. 1897 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XVI "/ thank your Grace for your comprehension of an unspoken thing" Through the passing of two years Osmonde's foot did not press English soil again, and his existence during that period was more vivid and changeful than it had ever been before. He saw Ramillies follow Blenheim, great Marlborough attain the height of his renown, and French Louis's arrogant ambitions end in downfall and defeat. Life in both camp and court he knew at its highest tension, brilliant scenes he beheld, strange ones, wicked ones, and lived a life so eventful and full of motion and excitement, that there were few men who through its picturesque adventures would have been like to hold in mind one image and one thought. Yet this he did, telling himself that 'twas the thought which held him, not he the thought, it having been proven in the past 'twas one which would not have released him from its dominion even had he been inclined to withdraw himself from it. And this he was not. Nature had so built him that on the day when he had found himself saying, "In two years' time I will come back to Gloucestershire and see what time has wrought," he had reached a point from which there was no retreating. Through many an hour in time past there had been turmoil in his mind, but, in a measure at least, this ended the uncertainties, and was no rash outburst, but a resolve. It had not been made lightly, but had been like a plant which had grown from a seed long hidden in dark earth and slowly fructifying, till at last summer rain and warming sun had caused it to burst forth from its prison, a thing promising full fruit and flower. For long he had not even known the seed was in the soil, he had felt its stirrings before he had believed in its existence, and then one...