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Carinthia heard her brother's fuller version of the earl's communication to her uncle before the wild day of her marriage. 'Not particularly fitted for the married state, Chillon phrased it, saying: 'He seems to have known himself, he was honest so far. She was advised to think it over, that the man was her husband. She had her brother's heart in her breast, she could not misread him.
Chillon said: 'It concerns my sister, I have to think. In that case, her wish is to be present. Your lordship will shorten the number of minutes for the interview by permitting it. Fleetwood encountered Carinthia's eyes. They did not entreat or defy. They seconded her brother, and were a civil shining naught on her husband. He bowed his head, constrained, feeling heavily the two to one.
She bit her lips: she could not bear much rallying on the subject just then: 'Which is the hard one to please? she asked. 'The one you will find the kinder of the two. 'Henrietta? He nodded. 'Has she a father? 'A gallant old admiral: Admiral Baldwin Fakenham. 'I am glad of that! Carinthia sighed out heartily. 'And he is with her? And likes you, Chillon? 'On the whole, I think he does.
Her brother asked her in dismay if she was tired. She murmured to him: 'I should like to hear more English. 'My dear girl, you'll have enough of it in two or three weeks. 'Should we leave a good deed half done, Chillon? 'He shall have our guide. 'He may not be rich. 'I'll pay Anton to stick to him. 'Brother, he has an objection to guides.
But he saw that she cared very little for feudal antiquities and that the dusky traditions of Chillon made but a slight impression upon her. They had the good fortune to have been able to walk about without other companionship than that of the custodian; and Winterbourne arranged with this functionary that they should not be hurried that they should linger and pause wherever they chose.
That was her meaning, involved with the hazy project of earning an independence; but she could not explain it, and Chillon set her down for one of the inexplicable sex, which the simple adventurous girl had not previously seemed to be. She was inwardly warned of having talked foolishly, and she held her tongue. Her humble and modest jealousy, scarce deserving the title, passed with a sigh or two.
Janey, I could not believe it, I have to believe, it is forced down my throat; that man, your husband, because he could not forgive my choosing Chillon, schemed for Chillon's ruin. I could not believe it until I saw in the glass this disfigured wretch he has made of me. Livia serves him, she hates him for the tyrant he is; she has opened my eyes.
The wells or pits, armed round with knife points, against which the prisoner struck when hurled down through them into the lake, have long had their wicked throats choked with sand; and the bed hewn out of the rock, where the condemned slept the night before execution, is no longer used for that purpose possibly because the only prisoners now in Chillon are soldiers punished for such social offences as tipsiness.
She is for the scene of 'Chillon John's' attempt to restore the respiration of his bank-book by wager; to wit, that he would walk a mile, run a mile, ride a mile, and jump ten hurdles, then score five rifle- shots at a three hundred yards' distant target within a count of minutes; twenty-five, she says; and vows it to have been one of the most exciting of scenes ever witnessed on green turf in the land of wagers; and that he was accomplishing it quite certainly when, at the first of the hurdles, a treacherous unfolding and waving of a white flag caused his horse to swerve and the loss of one minute, seven and twenty seconds, before he cleared the hurdles; after which, he had to fire his shots hurriedly, and the last counted blank, for being outside the circle of the stated time.
Above all, there was the Castle of Chillon; and one of the first Sundays after our arrival we descended the stone staircased steps of our gardened terrace, dripping with ivy and myrtle, and picked our steps over the muddy road to the old prison-fortress, where, in the ancient chapel of the Dukes of Savoy, we heard an excellent sermon from the pasteur of our parish.
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