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My cousin paused to recollect exactly. 'There were very disagreeable whispers among the sporting people in London. This person, Charke, had written two letters, Yes two. They were published about two months after, by the villain to whom they were written; he wanted to extort money.
And just as we stood up to depart, the white high-cauled cap and large sallow features of old L'Amour peeped in at the door. 'Lawk! what brings you here? cried Milly, nearly as much startled as I at the intrusion. 'What brings you here, miss? whistled L'Amour through her gums. 'We're looking where Charke cut his throat, replied Milly.
Charke, and another Minister that dwelt near Canterbury, came to her, and desired that they might go into her husband's study, and look upon some of his writings: and that there they two burnt and tore many of them, assuring her, that they were writings not fit to be seen: and that she knew nothing more concerning them.
So far as they could make out, Mr. Charke had hermetically sealed himself into his room, and then cut his throat with his own razor. 'Yes, said I, 'for it was all secured that is, the window and the door upon the inside, and no sign of any attempt to get in.
She was gabbling sternly enough, but dropped a low courtesy as I passed her, and with a peaked and nodding stare round the room, the old woman clapped the door sharply, and locked it. 'And who has been a talking about Charke a pack o lies, I warrant. 'You're out there: 'twas she told me; and much about it. Ghosts, indeed!
Charke answered by the analogy of circumcision which infants received, and by quoting Christ's words as to "sending" of the Comforter; and they were soon deep in detailed argument; but once more Anthony saw that it was all a question of the interpretation of Scripture; and, therefore, that it would seem that an authoritative interpreter was necessary and where could such be found save in an infallible living Voice?
The part of Lord Place in the Election, after the first few nights, was taken by Cibber's daughter, the notorious Mrs. Charlotte Charke, whose extraordinary Memoirs are among the curiosities of eighteenth- century literature, and whose experiences were as varied as those of any character in fiction.
I was staring ruefully round the dim chamber, in whose corners the shadows of night were already gathering. 'Charke! what about him? who's Charke? asked Milly. 'Why, you must have heard of him, said I. 'Not as I'm aware on, answered she. 'And he killed himself, did he, hanged himself, eh, or blowed his brains out?
I visited at Bartram-Haugh for a year or two, though no one else would. But when that sort of thing began, of course I gave it up; it was out of the question. I don't think poor Austin ever knew how bad it was. And then came that odious business about wretched Mr. Charke. You know he he committed suicide at Bartram.
'No, certainly; that was quite accounted for, said I. 'And then came the question, continued she, 'what motive could Mr. Charke possibly have had for making away with himself. 'But is not that very difficult to make out in many cases? I interposed. 'It was said that he had some mysterious troubles in London, at which he used to hint.
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