"
"Sir Thomas!" she exclaimed, in mingled fear and anger.
"I will not go," he continued, flinging himself into a seat. "Let them put
what construction they will upon my presence. I shall at least wring
Henry's heart. I shall see him suffer as I have suffered; and I shall be
content."
This is not like you, Wyat," cried Anne, in great alarm. "You were wont
to be noble, generous, kind. You will not act thus disloyally?
"Who has acted disloyally, Anne? " cried Wyat, springing to his feet, and
fixing his dark eyes, blazing with jealous fury, upon her--" you or I? Have
you not sacrificed your old affections at the shrine of ambition? Are you
not about to give yourself to one to whom--unless you are foresworn--
you cannot give your heart? Better had you been the mistress of
Allington Castle--better the wife of a humble knight like myself, than the
queen of the ruthless Henry."
"No more of this, Wyat," said Anne.
"Better far you should perish by his tyranny for a supposed fault now
than hereafter," pursued Wyat fiercely. "Think not Henry will respect
you more than her who had been eight-and-twenty years his wife. No;
when he is tired of your charms--when some other dame, fair as
yourself, shall enslave his fancy, he will cast you off, or, as your father
truly intimated, will seek a readier means of ridding himself of you.
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