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The Heir of Redclyffe

Chapter 17
My blood hath been too cold and temperate,
Unapt to stir at these indignities;
But you have found me.--KING HENRY IV
Philip, according to promise, appeared at Hollywell, and a volume of awful justice
seemed written on his brow. Charles, though ignorant of its cause, perceived this at a
glance, and greeted him thus:--
'Enter Don Philip II, the Duke of Alva, alguazils, corregidors, and executioners.'
'Is anything the matter, Philip?' said Amy; a question which took him by surprise, as he
could not believe her in ignorance. He was sorry for her, and answered gravely,--
'Nothing is amiss with me, thank you, Amy,'
She knew he meant that he would tell no more, and would have thought no more about it,
but that she saw her mother was very uneasy.
'Did you ask whether there were any letters at the post?' said Charles. 'Guy is using us
shamefully--practising self-denial on us, I suppose. Is there no letter from him?'
'There is,' said Philip, reluctantly.
'Well, where is it?'
'It is to your father.'
'Oh!' said Charles, with a disappointed air. 'Are you sure? Depend on it, you overlooked
my M. He has owed me a letter this fortnight. Let me see.'
'It is for my uncle,' repeated Philip, as if to put an end to the subject.
'Then he has been so stupid as to forget my second name. Come, give it me. I shall have
it sooner or later.'
'I assure you, Charles, it is not for you.'
'Would not any one suppose he had been reading it?' exclaimed Charles.
'Did you know Mary Ross was gone to stay with her brother John?' broke in Mrs.
Edmonstone, in a nervous, hurried manner.
'No is she?' replied Philip.
 
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