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Updated: June 4, 2025
We left Jasper Losely resting for the night at the small town near Fawley. The next morning he walked on to the old Manor-house. It was the same morning in which Lady Montfort had held her painful interview with Darrell; and just when Losely neared the gate that led into the small park, he saw her re-enter the hired vehicle in waiting for her.
Dimly, as one in a dream, she could hear the fury of the Cavaliers find words. "You black Jack, I will clip your ears," Rufus promised. "Blood him. Blood him," bawled Fawley. "Slit his nose," Radlett suggested. "Duck him in the horse-pond," suggested Bardon. "Set him in the stocks," Ingrow advised.
Fawley had still a pretty zeal in the cause of education, and, as was natural with his experiences, he was active in furthering "equality of opportunity" by any humble means open to him.
Slender as was Jude Fawley's frame he bore the two brimming house-buckets of water to the cottage without resting. Over the door was a little rectangular piece of blue board, on which was painted in yellow letters, "Drusilla Fawley, Baker."
Arabella and her friends came to it in due course, and the inscription it bore was: "Model of Cardinal College, Christminster; by J. Fawley and S. F. M. Bridehead." "Admiring their own work," said Arabella. "How like Jude always thinking of colleges and Christminster, instead of attending to his business!" They glanced cursorily at the pictures, and proceeded to the band-stand.
"I see now that such nuptials are out of the question. But has the world come to such a pass that one can never at any age have a friend in a lady unless she marry him? Scruple to accompany me me your cousin me your nearest surviving relation in order to take back the young lady you have virtually adopted! scruple to trust yourself for half an hour to that tumbledown old Fawley!
At last, when he judged the coast clear and the hour ripe, he wound back into the lane towards Fawley; and when the spire of its hamlet-church came in sight through the frosty starlit air, he dismounted led the horse into one of the thick beech-woods that make the prevailing characteristic of the wild country round that sequestered dwelling-place fastened the animal to a tree, and stalked towards the park-pales on foot.
His intention was to set out at once to Fawley; but on reaching town he found there a few lines from Dairell himself, in reply to a long and affectionate letter which Lionel had written a few days before asking permission to visit the old manor-house; for amidst all his absorbing love for Sophy, the image of his lonely benefactor in that gloomy hermitage often rose before him.
The Fawley tenant then said that it might not, be left to rot after all, and that the village workmen had been lately employed, and still were, in getting some of the rooms into rough order; and then he spoke of the long gallery in which the Squire had been arranging his fine pictures, and how he had run up a passage between that gallery and his own room, and how he would spend hours at day, and night too, in that awful long room as lone as a churchyard; and that Mr.
As usual they laughed before talking; the world seemed funny to them without saying it. "So it turned out a good plan, you see!" remarked the girl to the wife. "I knew it would with such as him. He's a dear good fellow, and you ought to be proud of un." "I am," said Mrs. Fawley quietly. "And when do you expect?" "Ssh! Not at all." "What!" "I was mistaken."
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