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I tell you all this, as I am sure you will share our anxiety respecting this unfortunate young man, because of his mother and sister. Good-bye, dearest; Frank sends ever so many loves; and somebody else would send them too, if he thought that I would be the bearer. Try to think so well of Bullhampton as to make you wish to live here. Give my kindest love to your aunt Sarah.
The position which the Vicar held in the estimation of the Marquis of Trowbridge will probably be sufficiently well understood. The family at Turnover Park would have thought it a great blessing to have had a clergyman at Bullhampton with whom they could have cordially co-operated; but, failing this, they had taken Mr. Puddleham, the Methodist minister, to their arms. From Mr.
He had, it seemed, been on intimate terms with the man Acorn, and, through Acorn, had known Burrows and the old woman who lived at Pycroft Common, the mother of Burrows. He had been in their company when they first visited Bullhampton, and had, as we know, invited them into the Vicar's garden, much to the damage of Mr.
I am disposed to believe that no novel reader in England has seen the little town of Bullhampton, in Wiltshire, except such novel readers as live there, and those others, very few in number, who visit it perhaps four times a year for the purposes of trade, and who are known as commercial gentlemen.
"I have come across from Bullhampton, Carry, to find you," he said. "It's a poor place you're come to, Mr. Fenwick. I suppose the police told you of my being here?" "I had heard of it. Tell me, Carry, what do you know of Sam?" "Of Sam?" "Yes of Sam. Don't tell me an untruth. You need tell me nothing, you know, unless you like.
But his son would not bate him an inch of his surrender. "He is so utterly worthless," the Marquis had said, pleading hard as he spoke of his enemy. "I'm not quite sure, my lord, that you understand the man," St. George had said. "You hate him, and no doubt he hates you." "Horribly!" ejaculated the Marquis. "You intend to be as good as you know how to be to all those people at Bullhampton?"
God bless you, dear." From thence she made her way home to Loring by herself. Whatever may be the fact as to the rank and proper calling of Bullhampton, there can be no doubt that Loring is a town. There is a market-place, and a High Street, and a Board of Health, and a Paragon Crescent, and a Town Hall, and two different parish churches, one called St. Peter Lowtown, and the other St.
The men of Bullhampton, and the women also, are aware that the glory has departed from them, in that Bullhampton was once a borough, and returned two members to Parliament. No borough more close, or shall we say more rotten, ever existed.
This was so well known in Bullhampton that there was not one who would dare to suggest to him even that she might be saved. But her mother prayed for her daily, and her father thought of her always. It was a great lump upon him, which he must bear to his grave; and for which there could be no release. He did not know whether it was his mind, his heart, or his body that suffered.
The reader shall see those, and the replies which Mary made to them, and then our whole story will have been told as far as the loves, and hopes, and cares, and troubles of Mary Lowther are concerned. Bullhampton, 1st September. I write a line just because I said I would. Frank went up to London last week and was away one Sunday.
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