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Yet their faces, all unlike as they were, had an expression that seemed not so alien a glow of kindred feeling flashing upward anew from half-extinguished embers. "You are welcome home," said Faith Egerton. But Cranfield did not immediately answer, for his eye had, been caught by an ornament in the shape of a heart which Faith wore as a brooch upon her bosom.
Yet, as his arm casually touched that of a young woman who was wending her way to an evening lecture, she started and almost uttered a cry. "Ralph Cranfield!" was the name that she half articulated. "Can that be my old playmate Faith Egerton?" thought the traveller, looking round at her figure, but without pausing.
As Cranfield walked down the street of the village the level sunbeams threw his shadow far before him, and he fancied that, as his shadow walked among distant objects, so had there been a presentiment stalking in advance of him throughout his life.
He fixed, from the very outset of his career, on the responsibility of the royal ministers to Parliament as the one critical point for English liberty. It was to enforce the demand of this that he availed himself of Buckingham's sacrifice of the Treasurer, Cranfield, to the resentment of the Commons. "The greater the delinquent," he urged, "the greater the delict.
The material was the ordinary white quartz; and he recollected having himself shaped it out of one of those Indian arrowheads, which are so often found in the ancient haunts of the red men. It was precisely on the pattern of that worn by the visionary Maid. When Cranfield departed on his shadowy search he had bestowed this brooch, in a gold setting, as a parting gift to Faith Egerton.
A more direct attack on a right already acknowledged in the impeachment of Bacon and Cranfield could hardly be imagined, but Eliot refused to move from his constitutional ground. The king was by law irresponsible, he "could do no wrong." If the country therefore was to be saved from a pure despotism, it must be by enforcing the responsibility of the ministers who counselled and executed his acts.
As they approached along the pathway, Ralph Cranfield sat in an oaken elbow-chair, half unconsciously gazing at the three visitors, and enveloping their homely figures in the misty romance that pervaded his mental world. "Here," thought he, smiling at the conceit, "here come three elderly personages, and the first of the three is a venerable sage with a staff.
Yet their faces, all unlike as they were, had an expression that seemed not so alien, a glow of kindred feeling, flashing upward anew from half-extinguished embers. "You are welcome home!" said Faith Egerton. But Cranfield did not immediately answer; for his eye had been caught by an ornament in the shape of a Heart, which Faith wore as a brooch upon her bosom.
Meantime, the widow Cranfield went bustling about the house full of joy that she again had somebody to love and be careful of, and for whom she might vex and tease herself with the petty troubles of daily life. It was nearly noon when she looked forth from the door and descried three personages of note coming along the street through the hot sunshine and the masses of elm-tree shade.
Cranfield tried to raise money through the assembly by a tale about an invasion, which existed nowhere save in his own imagination; the assembly refused to be stampeded.
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