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CHAPTER TWELVE

"Yes, dead. He died fighting the Spaniards in our last battle. He was very brave and gallant. You would have been proud of him, Father."
" I am proud of him."
It seemed to Lizbeth as though Sir Harry breathed the words rather than spoke them, and now, as she looked up into his face, she saw an expression there which she did not understand. It was almost as if it were relief; yet how could it be that? She wondered then for one fleeting second whether he knew or whether he suspected that there was some mystery about Francis' death ; and then she forced herself to sweep such ideas from her mind.
Francis had died fighting the Spaniards. She would swear to it if it must be her dying oath and she would force Rodney, when she saw him, to agree to the same story. He would not refuse her, she was sure of it.
" I am indeed sad to hear about poor Francis," Catherine was saying, wiping the corner of her eyes with her lace-edged kerchief.
" What results from the voyage?" Sir Harry asked.
At this question Lizbeth started-she had almost forgotten the news she had to bring her father. She told him of the precious cargo lying in the holds of the Santa Perpetua and the Sea Hawk, of how Rodney was dealing with such matters at Plymouth and that as soon as the registration and sale were completed he would come to Camfield.
Sir Harry cried out with delight at that, asking again and again for details of the plunder, for the description of the pearls which they had captured from the lugger, and the value of the loot they had taken from the Spanish settlement.
She found herself thrilling to the story of their adventures, and to speak of Rodney somehow made the ache in her breast a little easier.
" Rodney said . . . Rodney commanded . . . Rodney conquered ... Rodney! Rodney! Rodney!"
It was a bitter-sweet joy to say his name, to conjure up those months when she had been able to see and hear him. How, she wondered, could she bear the desolate, empty future without him? But she must not think of that yet, only of the glorious past.

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