From them issued the sweet perfumes of wild flowers and the songs of night birds, such as are known in Virginia.
Young Stevens was in no mood to be impressed by the surrounding scenery.
He was repeating under his breath: "_Tyranny! tyranny! tyranny!_" Robert loved freedom as dearly as he loved Ester Goffe, and one was as necessary to his existence as the other.

Now, on his return to the land of his nativity, he found the ruler, once so mild and popular, grown to a tyrant.
"His office is for life," sighed Robert.

"And too much power hath made him mad." Reaching the house, he heard voices in the front room and among them that of his sister.

She was greatly agitated, and he heard her saying: "No, no, Mr.Peram.

I--don't understand you." "Not understand me?
I love you, sweet maid.