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Updated: June 7, 2025
As I expected, a closed carriage had been sent to meet me; for the Colonel, carrying conservatism with more conservatism than sense, perhaps to a fine point, cherished a deep-rooted aversion to innovations of any sort, and consequently abhorred motors. His house, Eastover Hall, is three miles from the station, and lies at the foot of a steep spine of the Chilterns.
Mrs. Carey made no remark, as she intended the fact that there was no money for Gilbert's tuition at Eastover to sink gradually into his mind, so that he might make the painful discovery himself. His fees had fortunately been paid in advance up to the end of the summer term, so the strain on their resources had not been felt up to now.
The grounds of Eastover Hall were extensive; but, in the ordinary sense, far from beautiful. To me, however, they were more than beautiful; there was a grandeur in them a grandeur that appealed to me far more than mere beauty the grandeur of desolation, the grandeur of the Unknown.
"The idea," said Nancy suddenly and briefly, "is to go and live in that darling house!" "Nancy! What for?" "We've got to leave this place, and where could we live on less than in that tiny village? It had a beautiful white-painted academy, don't you remember, so we could go to school there, Kathleen and I anyway, if you could get enough money to keep Gilly at Eastover."
The boy tiptoed softly into his room and sat down on his bed in the moonlight. "Dear old Mater!" he thought. "It's no go! I've got to give up Eastover and college and all and settle down into a country bumpkin! No fellow could see his mother look like that, and speak like that, and go his own gait; he's just got to go hers!" Meantime Mrs. Carey had put out the lamp and lay quietly thinking.
Arrived at the house the butler said: ""He has gone, sir; they had to shoot the horse you would hear the shot and at the same moment my master died." "'He had had this horse sent on approval; whilst riding it, it backed over a precipice, injuring Mr. L fatally, and on being taken to the stables it was found necessary to shoot it. Alpha." The White Horse of Eastover
All day it was splashing and swashing through mud and mire, the rain-drops shining on the gun-barrels and dripping from the heavy-footed horses. Past the swollen Parret, through Eastover, by the peaceful village of Bawdrip, and over Polden Hill we made our way, until the bugles sounded a halt under the groves of Ashcot, and a rude meal was served out to the men.
The castle was supposed to be impregnable, and was held in force for the king by Colonel Wyndham, but on the destruction of the suburb of Eastover by Fairfax, the royal colours were, much to the chagrin of Charles, unexpectedly hauled down from the stronghold, and the garrison, 1000 strong, tamely walked out. The Parliamentary commander made a huge "bag" by the capture.
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