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I know, because I myself have seen them. I must describe this Oread-Valley more particularly, I believe. East and west, above it, runs the old road we call the Race-Plain the highest ground hereabouts, rising from Harnham by Salisbury to end at Shaftesbury in Dorset. North of this ridge is Chesilbury Camp; immediately south of that is the valley.
The simplest form of finger-ring worn by these Gaelic ancestors consisted of a band of metal, merely twisted round to embrace the finger, and open at either end. Fig. 108 shows one of these rings, found in excavating at Harnham Hill, near Salisbury, a locality celebrated from the very earliest recorded time as the true centre of ancient Britain. This ring was found on the middle finger of the right hand of a person of advanced age. Sometimes several rings were found on one hand. “Among the bones of the fingers of the left hand of an adult skeleton was found a silver ring of solid form, another of spiral form, and a plain gold ring.”[96-*] Mr. Akerman, who superintended these researches, says, “Similar rings have been found at Little Wilbraham, at Linton Heath, at Fairford, and other localities. They are for the most part of an uniform construction, being so contrived that they could be expanded or contracted, and adapted to the size of the finger of the wearer.”[96-
A country-bred girl like you, who has never lived in Melchester till this month, who had hardly ever seen a black-coated man till you came here, to be so sharp as to capture a young Londoner like him! 'I didn't capture him. I didn't do anything, said Anna, in confusion. When she was indoors and alone Mrs. Harnham thought what a well-bred and chivalrous young man Anna's companion had seemed.
Many a Lord Chancellor's wife had been less intuitively a lady than she had shown herself to be in her lines to him. 'O poor fellow, poor fellow! mourned Edith Harnham. Her distress now raged as high as her infatuation. It was she who had wrought him to this pitch to a marriage which meant his ruin; yet she could not, in mercy to her maid, do anything to hinder his plan.
For a moment he gazed from the window with her, for politeness sake, and then went out again. In a few minutes she rang. 'Hasn't Anna come in? asked Mrs. Harnham. 'No m'm. 'She ought to be in by this time. I meant her to go for ten minutes only. 'Shall I go and look for her, m'm? said the house-maid alertly. 'No. It is not necessary: she is a good girl and will come soon.
However, when the servant had gone Mrs. Harnham arose, went up to her room, cloaked and bonneted herself, and proceeded downstairs, where she found her husband. 'I want to see the fair, she said; 'and I am going to look for Anna. I have made myself responsible for her, and must see she comes to no harm. She ought to be indoors. Will you come with me? 'Oh, she's all right.
Harnham had helped her to buy, though not quite so attractive as, an innocent child, she had appeared in her country gown on the back of the wooden horse at Melchester Fair. Mrs. Harnham had come up this morning by an early train, and a young man a friend of Raye's having met them at the door, all four entered the registry-office together.
She had come to the city on the invitation of Mrs. Harnham, who had taken her into her household to train her as a servant, if she showed any aptitude. Mrs. Harnham was a young lady who before she married had been Miss Edith White, living in the country near the speaker's cottage; she was now very kind to her through knowing her in childhood so well. She was even taking the trouble to educate her.
Harnham lonely, impressionable creature that she was took no further interest in praising the Lord. She wished she had married a London man who knew the subtleties of love-making as they were evidently known to him who had mistakenly caressed her hand.
Harnham driving out immediately to the cottage on the Plain. Anna jumped for joy like a little child. And poor, crude directions for answering appropriately were given to Edith Harnham, who on her return to the city carried them out with warm intensification. 'O! she groaned, as she threw down the pen. 'Anna poor good little fool hasn't intelligence enough to appreciate him! How should she?
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