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CHAPTER VII--DICK'S REVENGE
The next morning Dick was afoot before the sun, and having dressed
himself to the best advantage with the aid of the Lord Foxham's baggage,
and got good reports of Joan, he set forth on foot to walk away his
impatience.
For some while he made rounds among the soldiery, who were getting to
arms in the wintry twilight of the dawn and by the red glow of torches;
but gradually he strolled further afield, and at length passed clean
beyond the outposts, and walked alone in the frozen forest, waiting for
the sun.
His thoughts were both quiet and happy. His brief favour with the Duke
he could not find it in his heart to mourn; with Joan to wife, and my
Lord Foxham for a faithful patron, he looked most happily upon the
future; and in the past he found but little to regret.
As he thus strolled and pondered, the solemn light of the morning grew
more clear, the east was already coloured by the sun, and a little
scathing wind blew up the frozen snow. He turned to go home; but even as
he turned, his eye lit upon a figure behind, a tree.
"Stand!" he cried. "Who goes?"
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