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Their removal, bitter enough to those whose religion twined itself around the image or the relic which was taken away, was embittered yet more by the insults with which it was accompanied. A miraculous rood at Boxley, which bowed its head and stirred its eyes, was paraded from market to market and exhibited as a juggle before the Court.
It is true that this abbey played a considerable part in history during the first years of its existence; for it was the Abbot of Robertsbridge who set out with the Abbot of Boxley to search for Coeur de Lion in 1192 and who found him in Bavaria, and we find the Abbot of Robertsbridge employed more than once again as an ambassador; but its fame soon dwindled, and though it escaped the first suppression and indeed survived till 1538 it could boast then of but eight brethren.
"Oh, don't call it a wood-house," said Uncle Charley. "Call it the wood-box, and be done with it," Frank. "I like 'Hall," said Patty. "How is Boxwood Hall?" "Sounds like Locksley Hall," said Marian. "More like Boxley Hall," said Frank. "Boxley Hall!" cried Patty. "That's just the thing! I like that." "Rather a pretentious name to live up to," said Mr. Fairfield. "Never mind," said Patty.
The most famous of the roods was that of Boxley in Kent, which used to smile and bow, or frown and shake its head, as its worshippers were generous or closehanded. The fortunes and misfortunes of this image I shall by and bye have to relate. There was another, however, at Dovercourt, in Suffolk, of scarcely inferior fame.
"Yes," said Patty; "they're about as right as anything I know." And so the evening passed in merry chaff and good-natured fun; and at its close the young guests all went away except Marian, who was going to spend the night at Boxley Hall. After her cousin had gone upstairs to her pretty blue bedroom, Patty lingered a moment in the library for a word with her father.
"I don't see how you ever put up with our tumble-down old place, Patty." "Nonsense!" said Patty. "I had the time of my life down at the Hurly-Burly last summer." "Well, we're going to have the time of our life at Boxley Hall this summer, I feel sure of that," said Bob, as he sprang out of the carriage and then helped the others out. "I hope you will," said Patty.
In his wrath he addressed a monologue to his horse, long after he had passed through the gate of Boxley; until, in fact, he met Phil, to whom, as a better object for them than Joggles, the squire at once transferred his vituperations. Instead of going on in his original direction, Philemon turned his horse and rode along with the squire, taking the rating in absolute silence. Only when Mr.
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