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"I consider her vision extending as it does from the time the homeward-bound vessel left the harbour, over many days, until the burial of her son's body at sea worthy of a place alongside the best of the Ghost Stories you have given to the world." Mr. Arthur, the son of the percipient in this strange story, wrote to me as follows from Loch-side, New Cumnock, Ayrshire, on the 14th January, 1892:
Morsfield complimented him over the exhibition of a vastly superior and more serviceable wit, in losing sight of his antagonist after one trial of him. Cumnock protested that the loss of time was caused by his friend's dalliance with the Venus in the chariot. Morsfield's gall seethed at a flying picture of Mrs.
Pagnell, coupled with the retarding reddened handkerchief business, and he recommended Cumnock to pay court to the old woman, as the only chance he would have of acquaintanceship with the mother of Love. Upon that Cumnock confessed in humility to his not being wealthy.
Oswald, and poor I am forced to brave all the horrors of the tempestuous night, and jade my horse, my young favourite horse, whom I had just christened Pegasus, twelve miles farther on, through the wildest moors and hills of Ayrshire, to New Cumnock, the next inn. The powers of poesy and prose sink under me, when I would describe what I felt.
Bad luck's not repeated every day. Keep heart for the good. 'My heart's shattered, Cumnock. I say it's impossible she can love a husband twice her age, who treats her you 've seen. Contempt of that lady! By heaven! once in my power, I swear she would have been sacred to me. But she would have been compelled to face the public and take my hand.
I 've watched every atom she touched in a room, and would have heaped gold to have the chairs, tables, cups, carpets, mine. I have two short letters written with her hand. I 'd give two of my estates for two more. If I were a beggar, and kept them, I should be rich. Relieve me of that dog, and I toss you a thousand-pound note, and thank you from my soul, Cumnock. You know what hangs on it.
Morsfield pretty well. I'm speaking of my affair. He has been trespassing down on my grounds at Steignton, and I think of taking the prosecution of him into my own hands. Is he in town? 'I 've just left his lame devil Cumnock, my lord, said May, after a slight grimace. 'They generally run in tandem. 'Will you let me know? 'At once, when I hear. 'You will call on me? Before noon?
His known readiness to fight was his trump-card at a period when the declining custom of the duel taxed men's courage to brave the law and the Puritan in the interests of a privileged and menaced aristocracy. An incident like the present was the passion in the dice-box to Cumnock. Morsfield was of the order of men who can be generous up to the pitch of their desires.
Pagnell, coupled with the retarding reddened handkerchief business, and he recommended Cumnock to pay court to the old woman, as the only chance he would have of acquaintanceship with the mother of Love. Upon that Cumnock confessed in humility to his not being wealthy.
'Upon my word, the trick seems neat! said Cumnock staring at the pastoral curtain. 'Whose trick? he was asked sternly. 'Here or there 's not much matter; they 're off, unless they 're under a hedge laughing. An ache of jealousy and spite was driven through the lover, who groaned, and presently said 'I ride on. That old woman can follow. I don't want to hear her gibberish.
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