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ghastly, with its door swinging in the wind. I ran past it and
across the neck, and, arriving at the palisade, beat upon the
gate with my hands, and called to the warder to open. When I
had told him my name and tidings, he did so, with shaking
knees and starting eyes. Cautioning him to raise no alarm in
the town, I hurried by him into the street, and down it toward
the house that was set aside for the Governor of Virginia. I
should find there now, not Yeardley, but Sir Francis Wyatt.
The torches were lighted, and the folk were indoors, for the
night was cold. One or two figures that I met or passed would
have accosted me, not knowing who I was, but I brushed by
them, and hastened on. Only when I passed the guest house I
looked up, and saw that mine host's chief rooms were yet in
use.
The Governor's door was open, and in the hall servingmen
were moving to and fro. When I came in upon them, they cried
out as it had been a ghost, and one fellow let a silver dish that
he carried fall clattering to the floor. They shook and stood
back, as I passed them without a word, and went on to the
Governor's great room. The door was ajar, and I pushed it open
and stood for a minute upon the threshold, unobserved by the
occupants of the room.
After the darkness outside the lights dazzled me; the room,
too, seemed crowded with men, though when I counted them
there were not so many, after all. Supper had been put upon
the table, but they were not eating. Before the fire, his head
thoughtfully bent, and his fingers tapping upon the arm of his
chair, sat the Governor; over against him, and as serious of as-
pect, was the Treasurer. West stood by the mantel, tugging at
his long mustaches and softly swearing. Clayborne was in the
room, Piersey the Cape Merchant, and one or two besides. And
Rolfe was there, walking up and down with hasty steps, and a
flushed and haggard face. His suit of buff was torn and stained,
and his great-boots were spattered with mud.
The Governor let his fingers rest upon the arm of his chair,
and raised his head.
"He is dead, Master Rolfe," he said. "There can be no other
conclusion,—a brave man lost to you and to the colony. We
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<p align=3D"center">ghastly, with its door swinging in the wind. I ran past=
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across the neck, and, arriving at the palisade, beat upon the
gate with my hands, and called to the warder to open. When I
had told him my name and tidings, he did so, with shaking
knees and starting eyes. Cautioning him to raise no alarm in
the town, I hurried by him into the street, and down it toward
the house that was set aside for the Governor of Virginia. I
should find there now, not Yeardley, but Sir Francis Wyatt.
The torches were lighted, and the folk were indoors, for the
night was cold. One or two figures that I met or passed would
have accosted me, not knowing who I was, but I brushed by
them, and hastened on. Only when I passed the guest house I
looked up, and saw that mine host's chief rooms were yet in
use.
The Governor's door was open, and in the hall servingmen
were moving to and fro. When I came in upon them, they cried
out as it had been a ghost, and one fellow let a silver dish that
he carried fall clattering to the floor. They shook and stood
back, as I passed them without a word, and went on to the
Governor's great room. The door was ajar, and I pushed it open
and stood for a minute upon the threshold, unobserved by the
occupants of the room.
After the darkness outside the lights dazzled me; the room,
too, seemed crowded with men, though when I counted them
there were not so many, after all. Supper had been put upon
the table, but they were not eating. Before the fire, his head
thoughtfully bent, and his fingers tapping upon the arm of his
chair, sat the Governor; over against him, and as serious of as-
pect, was the Treasurer. West stood by the mantel, tugging at
his long mustaches and softly swearing. Clayborne was in the
room, Piersey the Cape Merchant, and one or two besides. And
Rolfe was there, walking up and down with hasty steps, and a
flushed and haggard face. His suit of buff was torn and stained,
and his great-boots were spattered with mud.
The Governor let his fingers rest upon the arm of his chair,
and raised his head.
"He is dead, Master Rolfe," he said. "There can be no other
conclusion,=E2=80=94a brave man lost to you and to the colony. We</p>
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