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Updated: June 25, 2025
Previously to his writing to the bishop, the younger Henry's heart, all his inclinations, had swayed him towards a visit to the village in which was his uncle's former country-seat, the beloved village of Anfield, but respect to him and duty to his father had made him check those wishes; now they revived again, and, with the image of Rebecca before his eyes, he warmly entreated his father to go with him to Anfield, at present only thirty miles distant, and thence write once more; then again wait the will of his uncle.
He saw the parsonage house at a distance, but dreaded to approach it, lest Rebecca should no longer be an inhabitant. His father indulged him in the wish to take a short survey of the village, and rather learn by indirect means, by observation, his fate, than hear it all at once from the lips of some blunt relater. Anfield had undergone great changes since Henry left it.
I always let the air out when I'm riding. It looks so much better, don't you think so? Why did they let you out? Good-bye. And feeling a little more comfortable after this outburst, he wheeled his bicycle on into Anfield High Street. Minds in the village of Anfield worked with extraordinary rapidity.
He waited a considerable time, and at last, just as he was about to trust to luck, and make for Much Middlefold-on-the-Hill, a figure loomed in sight, a slow-moving man, who strolled down the Old Inns road at a pace which seemed to argue that he had plenty of time on his hands. 'I say, can you tell me the way to Anfield, please? said the Bishop as he came up.
In the usual routine of pretended regard and real indifference sometimes disgust between parties allied by what is falsely termed prudence, the intended union of Mr. Norwynne with Miss Sedgeley proceeded in all due form; and at their country seats at Anfield, during the summer, their nuptials were appointed to be celebrated. William was now introduced into all Lord Bendham's courtly circles.
The father consented to this proposal, even glad to postpone the visit to his dignified brother. After a scanty repast, such as they had been long inured to, they quitted the inn, and took the road towards Anfield.
He would have oceans of time for his ride. Norris wouldn't dream of declaring the innings closed before five o'clock at the earliest, and no bowler could take seven wickets in the time on such a pitch. He hauled his bicycle from the shed, and rode off at racing speed in the direction of Anfield. But out in the field things were going badly with Beckford.
The road which led to Anfield by the shortest course of necessity took our travellers within sight of the bishop's palace. The turrets appeared at a distance; and on the sudden turn round the corner of a large plantation, the whole magnificent structure was at once exhibited before his brother's astonished eyes.
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