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Zuleika Dobson; Or, An Oxford Love Story
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Sir Max Beerbohm
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Perhaps
it
was
in
lingering
gratitude
for
such
patronage
that
Judas
remained
so
pious
to
his
memory
even
after
smug
Herrenhausen
had
been
dumped
down
on
us
for
ever.
Certainly,
of
all
the
Colleges
none
was
more
ardent
than
Judas
for
James
Stuart.
Thither
it
was
that
young
Sir
Harry
Esson
led,
under
cover
of
night,
three-score
recruits
whom
he
had
enlisted
in
the
surrounding
villages.
The
cloisters
of
Salt
Cellar
were
piled
with
arms
and
stores;
and
on
its
grass--its
sacred
grass!--the
squad
was
incessantly
drilled,
against
the
good
day
when
Ormond
should
land
his
men
in
Devon.
For
a
whole
month
Salt
Cellar
was
a
secret
camp.
But
somehow,
at
length--woe
to
“lost
causes
and
impossible
loyalties”--Herrenhausen
had
wind
of
it;
and
one
night,
when
the
soldiers
of
the
white
cockade
lay
snoring
beneath
the
stars,
stealthily
the
white-faced
Warden
unbarred
his
postern--that
very
postern
through
which
now
Zuleika
had
passed
on
the
way
to
her
bedroom--and
stealthily
through
it,
one
by
one
on
tip-toe,
came
the
King’s
foot-guards.
Not
many
shots
rang
out,
nor
many
swords
clashed,
in
the
night
air,
before
the
trick
was
won
for
law
and
order.
Most
of
the
rebels
were
overpowered
in
their
sleep;
and
those
who
had
time
to
snatch
arms
were
too
dazed
to
make
good
resistance.
Sir
Harry
Esson
himself
was
the
only
one
who
did
not
live
to
be
hanged.
He
had
sprung
up
alert,
sword
in
hand,
at
the
first
alarm,
setting
his
back
to
the
cloisters.
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