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"This has been a disgraceful business. It was bad enough to destroy John of Gaunt's palace; for, although I love not Lancaster greatly, it was an ornament to London and full of costly treasures. For this, however, there was some sort of excuse, but not so for the burning of the Temple, still less for the destruction of the great house of the Knights of St.
The least touch of color invaded the old man's carved and grayish face. "Askin' your pardon," he said, "my son sticks by his girl, and I sticks by my son!" "Oh! very well; you know your own business, Gaunt. I spoke for your good." A faint smile curled the corners of old Gaunt's mouth downward beneath his gray moustaches. "Thank you kindly," he said.
Till Belvoir's lordly terraces The sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on O'er the wide vale of Trent; Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burned On Gaunt's embattled pile, And the red glare on Skiddaw roused The burghers of Carlisle.
In this room was John of Gaunt's suit, indicating a man seven feet high, and the armor seems to bear the marks of much wear; but this may be owing to great scrubbing, throughout the centuries since John of Gaunt died. There, too, we saw the cloak in which Wolfe fell, on the Plains of Abraham, a coarse, faded, threadbare, light-colored garment, folded up under a glass case.
Who are you to give orders here? You have no money. You've got no brains. You were here to have children, and you have not had any. Gaunt's tired of you, and George's wife is the only person in the family who doesn't wish you were dead. Gaunt would marry again if you were." "I wish I were," her Ladyship answered with tears and rage in her eyes.
Atkins, the solicitor, being unable to get the estate I have mentioned administered, for want of proof of Griffith Gaunt's decease, entered heartily in this affair, on mere civil grounds. He asked the prisoner, before several witnesses, if she would permit him to drag that piece of water by the side of which Mr. Gaunt was heard to cry for help and, after that seen no more.
In this, as in every other case of difficulty or danger, the safety and welfare of the women and children would naturally be the first consideration; and Gaunt's first mental question was how would they be affected by these tidings.
Her heart and her judgment grappled like wrestlers that moment. "Nay, madam," said Sir George, "I come from her." Mercy knew in a moment who "her" must be. She looked scared, and drew back with manifest signs of repulsion. The movement did not escape Sir George: it alarmed him. He remembered what Mrs. Gaunt had said, that this woman would be sure to hate Gaunt's lawful wife.
Thirty-six hours later, or about six o'clock on the following Friday morning, they once more entered Gaunt's harbour and let go their anchor, to the accompaniment of a surprised and delighted shout of welcome from Nicholls, who the entire party having removed on board the Flying Cloud happened to be keeping the anchor watch at the time. But little more remains to be told.
Sir George Neville, though a loose liver, was no scoffer. He was smitten with reverence for this inspired countenance, and retired, bowing low and obsequiously. He took a long walk, and thought it all over. One thing was clear, and consoling. He felt sure he had done wisely to disobey Mrs. Gaunt's instructions, and make a friend of Mercy, instead of trying to set his wits against hers.
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