The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 4, February, 1858 by Various
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checkmated the White Prince, shut in by his own castles and pawns,--it
would have been a direct checkmate! Think of his folly! he stopped to take the queen's pawn with his bishop, and within one move of a checkmate!" "Quite insane!" repeated the Doctor. "But I must have my breakfast. She seems quiet; I think I can keep her till after breakfast, and then I must try and find where the poor child's friends live. I don't know what Mrs. Lester will think of her." They rode on. Isabella looked timidly round. "You don't quite believe me," she said, at last. "It seems strange to you." "It does," answered the Doctor, "seem very strange." "Not stranger than to me," said Isabella,--"it is so very grand to me! All this motion! Look down at that great field there, not cut up into squares! If I only had my knights and squires there! I would be willing to give her as good a field, too; but I would show her where the true bravery lies. What a place for the castles, just to defend that pass!" The Doctor whipped up his horse. Mrs. Lester was a little surprised at the companion her husband had brought home to breakfast with him. "Who is it?" she whispered. |
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