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Henty, G. A. (George Alfred), 1832-1902

"A Tale of Marlborough's Wars"


"Now, sir," he said to the officer, "I am with you."
The latter led the way to the spot where the duke was sitting on
horseback surrounded by his staff, on rising ground a hundred yards
behind the infantry regiment.
"My Lord Duke," Rupert said, as he rode up, "I beg to report myself
for duty."
"Rupert Holliday!" exclaimed the duke, astonished. "My dear boy,
where do you come from, and where have you been? I thought I was
looking at the deeds of some modern Paladin, but now it is all
accounted for.
"I wrote myself to Marshal Villeroi to ask tidings of you, and to
know why you were not among the officers exchanged; and I was told
that you had escaped from Lille, and had never been heard of
since."
"He never heard of me, sir, but his Majesty of France could have
given you further news. But the story is too long for telling you
now."
"You must be anxious about your friends, Rupert. I heard from
Colonel Holliday just before I left England, begging me to cause
further inquiries to be made for you. He mentioned that your lady
mother was in good health, but greatly grieving at your
disappearance. Neither of them believed you to be dead, and were
confident you would reappear.
"And now, who is the French officer you brought in?"
"I don't know, sir," Rupert said, laughing. "There was no time for
any formal introduction, and I made his acquaintance without asking
his name."
An officer was at once sent off to Colonel Forbes to inquire the
name of the prisoner.


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