CHAPTER IV.

Thus she sat for some time in the suspended attitude of an amiable

tiger-cat at pause on the edge of a spring. A rustle behind her caused

her to turn her head, and she saw a strange procession advancing over

the parched fields where--[Two pages of field-scenery omitted.--ED.]

One by one they toiled along, a far-stretching line of women sharply

defined against the sky. All were young, and most of them haughty and

full of feminine waywardness. Here and there a coronet sparkled on

some noble brow where predestined suffering had set its stamp. But

what most distinguished these remarkable processionists in the clear

noon of this winter day was that each one carried in her arms an

infant. And each one, as she reached the place where the enthralled

BONDUCA sat obliviscent of her sheep, stopped for a moment and laid

the baby down. First came the Duchess of HAMPTONSHIRE followed at an

interval by Lady MOTTISFONT and the Marchioness of STONEHENGE. To

them succeeded BARBARA of the House of GREBE, Lady ICENWAY and Squire

PETRICK's lady. Next followed the Countess of WESSEX, the Honourable

LAURA and the Lady PENELOPE. ANNA, Lady BAXBY, brought up the rear.

BONDUCA shuddered at the terrible rencounter. Was her young life to

be surrounded with infants? She was not a baby-farm after all, and the

audition of these squalling nurslings vexed her. What could the matter

mean? No answer was given to these questionings. A man's figure,

vast and terrible, appeared on the hill's brow, with a cruel look of

triumph on his wicked face. It was THOMAS TATTERS. BONDUCA cowered;

the noble dames fled shrieking down the valley.

"Bo," said he, "my own sweet Bo, behold the blood-red ray in the

spectrum of your young life."

"Say those words quickly," she retorted.

"Certainly," said TATTERS. "Blood-red ray, Broo-red ray, Broo-re-ray,

Brooray! Tush!" he broke off, vexed with BONDUCA and his own imperfect

tongue-power, "you are fooling me. Beware!"

"I know you, I know you!" was all she could gasp, as she bowed herself

submissive before him. "I detest you, and shall therefore marry you.

Trample upon me!" And he trampled upon her.

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