by A. E. W. Mason and Andrew Lang

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by A. E. W. Mason and Andrew Lang Parson Kelly — Chapter 12 (1900)

Kelly clasped his hand over the wound, and sank on to the ground. The blood came through between his fingers; he snatched the cravat from his neck, and made a poor shift to bandage it about his body. The one thought in his mind was of the Duke of Ormond's messenger. Perhaps the very next morning he might come to Avignon and find no one on the bench.
'A surgeon,' he whispered to Scrope, saving his breath. Scrope was quietly wiping his sword, and made no reply.
'A surgeon,' repeated Kelly. 'I must live.'
'Or die,' said Scrope carelessly. He pulled on his coat, and came close to Kelly.
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by A. E. W. Mason and Andrew Lang Parson Kelly — Chapter 12 (1900)

Thereupon the girl turned round.
'Harlequin,' she called to the dog, and showed Mr. Kelly as sweet a face as a young man ever deserved to see. It was fresh and clear as the morning dew, with frank eyes and a scarlet bow of a mouth ready for a laugh. 'Harlequin!' said Mr. Kelly to himself with a start, as he looked towards the girl. Harlequin trotted off to his mistress, and got prettily chided for his forwardness, of which chiding he made little or no account, and very properly. It is not every dog that achieves immortality by stretching itself against a stranger's knee. But Harlequin did.
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by A. E. W. Mason and Andrew Lang Parson Kelly — Chapter 12 (1900)

His sword glittered and darted very chill and cold in that grey twilight. He thrust swift as a serpent.
The blood of the Parson was also up. He had at first regarded Scrope's challenge as a pure piece of irony. Why should two men fight for a hilding who had equally jilted and cheated the pair? That had been George's first thought; but now his rapier was drawn for the Cause, and to rid it of a dangerous enemy. Scrope was probably on the track of Ormond and the gold, as well as on that of his rival.
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