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But now, added to that were the pleasure of friendship, the comfort of sympathy, and security of protection. Relief, repose, satisfaction these were the sensations of Claudia in taking up her temporary abode at Cameron Court. The very first evening seemed a festive one to her, who had been so lonely, so wretched, and so persecuted at Castle Cragg.
That morning it left a sulphureous smell behind it, which was very offensive. At night the minister, one Mr. Cragg, and several of the neighhours, came to the house, on a visit. Mr. Cragg went to prayers with them, kneeling at the children's bedside, where it then became very troublesome and loud.
"If," said Cragg, rolling his bullet-head, "if you was to ask me who put Ted Jarraway to sleep, I should answer you, Sir Maurice Vibart, commonly called 'Buck' Vibart; an' it took ten rounds to do it, not five." As may be expected, at this mention of my cousin's name I pricked up my ears. "And what's all this 'bout him 'putting out' Tom Cragg, in three?"
"Dooce take me Tom!" exclaimed this individual, in breathless reproach. "Your infernal mug's hard as iron!" "Craggy, my lord!" answered the other hoarsely. "Cragg by name an' Craggy by natur', my lord!" Thither my uncle George led me, his spurs jingling, whereupon the spectators turned to salute him and stare at me, among whom I recognised my uncle Jervas.
"Come, come none o' that," said the red-headed man, his eye more truculent than ever, "I ain't a fightin' cove myself, and I don't want no trouble all I asks is, what about Buck Vibart putting out Tom Cragg in three rounds? That's a civil question, ain't it what d'ye say now come?" "I says," cried Tom Cragg, flourishing a great fist in the air, "I says as 'e done it on a foul!"
Claudia, when she was dressed, went to look after it and found, to her surprise, not only her large trunk from Magruder's, but also her numerous boxes from Castle Cragg. Upon inquiry she discovered that the boxes had been forwarded from the castle to the hotel, and sent on with the trunk.
Claudia repeated her question, adding: "I should like to remain a day or two in Edinboro'. I wish to see the Castle, and Holyrood Palace and Abbey, and Roslyn and Craigmiller, and " "Everything else, of course. Bother! We have no time for that. I have taken our tickets for Aberdeen, and mean to sleep at Castle Cragg to-night," replied the viscount.
"Then you will be the less shocked when I inform you that the circumstances which have driven me to seek your aid occurred recently in Castle Cragg, in the family of Lord Vincent." "It is not the murder that was lately committed there to which you allude?" gravely inquired the inspector. "Oh, no, not that murder; but I greatly fear there has been another one," replied Claudia, with a shudder.
That is a trifle historical, in the record of a score of sieges, storms, assaults, and so on; and a bit traditional, in legends of some hundred capital crimes and mortal sins; and in fact altogether, as you say, rather interesting, especially to you, Claudia. It is Castle Cragg, and it will have the honor to be your future residence."
MacDonald remained chatting with her friend until the hour arrived for locking up the prison for the night. Then, with a promise to return the next day, and to come every day, she took leave and departed, returning to Castle Cragg in the family carriage, driven by old Cuthbert. This day was a fair sample of all the days passed in prison by the Viscount Vincent and Mrs.
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