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Bygrave's elaborate courtesy, and Mr. Bygrave's many words? Did he want to offend her? If he did, Mrs. Lecount then and there determined that he should not gain his object. "May I inquire the nature of the illness?" she persisted. "It is not connected, I hope, with our excursion to Dunwich?" "I regret to say, ma'am," replied the captain, "it began with that neuralgic attack in the carriage."
He carried in his hand a beautiful flagon of silver. Doubtless he had stolen it from some church. Seeing them, he cast this flagon into the snow and began to whimper like a dog. "Mad Tom," said Dick, recognizing the poor fellow. "Tell us, Thomas, where are the folk of Dunwich?" "Dead, dead; all dead!" he wailed, and fled away. "Stay! What of Master de Cressi?" called Hugh.
Farewell till we meet again, whether it be here or where all men, true or traitors, must foot their bill at last." About noon of the day on which Hugh and his company had ridden for London, another company entered Dunwich namely, Sir John Clavering and many of his folk, though with him were neither Sir Edmund Acour nor any of his French train.
This is the third time of late that I have heard of Dunwich from wandering folk. Begone thither and gather tidings for yourselves, which I hope will please you as well as they do me." "Now, if I were not in haste I would stay a while to teach you manners, you foul-mouthed churl," muttered Grey Dick between his teeth.
Noel Vanstone desires me to write and tell you that he proposes enjoying this fine day by taking a long drive to a place on the coast here called Dunwich. He is anxious to know if you will share the expense of a carriage, and give him the pleasure of your company and Miss Bygrave's company on this excursion.
In his tent sat Hugh de Cressi, who, after so much war and hardship, looked older than his years, perhaps because of a red scar across the forehead, which he had come by during the siege. With him was his father, Master de Cressi, who had sailed across from Dunwich with a cargo of provisions, whereof, if the truth were known, he had made no small profit.
Hugh de Cressi and Red Eve made no answer, for they knew not what to say. But Grey Dick spoke out boldly. "Sir Lord, or Sir Spirit," he said, "save once at the beginning, when the arrow burst upon my string, I never feared you. Nor do I fear your gifts," and he pointed to the grave and to dead Sir Andrew, "which of late have been plentiful throughout the world, as we of Dunwich know.
"Yet it comes to my lips that there's joy beyond the sorrows, the joy of battle and of love for those who care for love, which I think foolishness. There stands a farm, and the farmer is a friend of mine, or used to be. Let us go thither and feed these poor beasts and ourselves, or I think we will never come to Dunwich through this cold and snow.
"Swoul and Dunwich, and Walderswick, All go in at one lousie creek." This "lousie creek," in short, is a little river at Swoul, which our late famous atlas-maker calls a good harbour for ships, and rendezvous of the royal navy; but that by-the-bye; the author, it seems, knew no better.
She had rather shown her off, indeed, as a social trump card to the hesitating parent, "This is our second mistress, Miss Barton; you know her father, perhaps; such an excellent man, the Dean of Dunwich."
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