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The next morning he and Charlie rode over to Rockley.



                "Oh, Marmaduke," cried Celia, "I am happy indeed to know that you are
               back again. I have never known a day's happiness since you went."



                "Well, don't let us think any more about it, Celia," Sir Marmaduke said, as
               he kissed her tenderly.  "Let us look on it all as an ugly dream. It has not

               been without its advantages, as far as we are concerned. It has taken me out
               of myself, and broadened my view of things. I have not had at all an

               unpleasant time of it in Sweden, and shall enjoy my home all the more,
               now that I have been away from it for a while. As to Charlie, it has made a
               man of him. He has gained a great deal of credit, and had opportunities of

                showing that he is made of good stuff; and now he enters upon life with
               every advantage, and has a start, indeed, such as very few young fellows

               can have. He enters our army as a captain, under the eye of Marlborough
               himself, with a reputation gained under that of the greatest soldier in
               Europe.



                "So we have no reason to regret the past, cousin, and on that score you have

               no cause for grief. As to the future, I trust that it will be bright for both of
               us, and I think," he added meaningly, "our former plans for our children are
               likely to be some day realized."



               Four years later, indeed, the union that both parents had at heart took place,

               during one of the pauses of the fierce struggle between the British forces
               under Marlborough, and the French. At Blenheim, Ramillies, and
               Oudenarde, and in several long and toilsome sieges, Charlie had

               distinguished himself greatly, and was regarded by Marlborough as one of
               the most energetic and trustworthy of his officers. He had been twice

                severely wounded, and had gained the rank of colonel. Harry Jervoise--who
               had had a leg shot away, below the knee, by a cannonball at Ramillies, and
               had then left the army with the rank of major--was, on the same day as his

               friend, married to the daughter of one of the gentlemen who had been
               driven into exile with his father.
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