Classic Book Library : Historical Fiction : My Lady Of The North / The Love Story Of A Gray Jacket : Chapter 9 : Page 5 of 10 "Frank, don't do that," she urged earnestly. "You mistake; that was the cloak I wore." If he heard her he gave no sign. "Bind him," was the stern order, as the two men advanced. "Use your belts if you have nothing else handy." Angry as I most assuredly was, swept also by a new emotion which I did not in the least comprehend, I yet fully realized the utter helplessness of my position in point of resistance. They were twenty to one. However much I longed to grapple with him who mocked me, the very thought was insanity; my only possible chance of escape lay in flight. To realize this was to act. I leaped backward, trusting for a clear field in my rear, and an opportunity to run for it, but the door by which I had just entered was now closed and barred--Bungay had made sure his retreat. The man, watching my every movement, with sword half drawn in his hand, saw instantly that I was securely trapped, and laughed in scorn. "You are not making war on women now," he said with a cutting sneer. "You will not find me so easy a victim." Copyright © 2004-2005 Classic Book Library |