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Updated: May 4, 2025
What force of doom was spurring them on in this race against Life? It was the depth of a Cumbrian winter, and the days were short. Clearly they would never reach Penrith to-night. The delay at Hollowbank and the shortened twilight before a coming snowstorm must curtail their journey. They agreed to put up for the night at the inn at Askham.
"What's the name of this place?" asked Ralph of a man who stood, with fury in his eyes, watching the destruction of his home. "Hollowbank," answered the man between his teeth. Ralph remembered that here had lived a well-known Royalist, whom the Parliament had dispossessed of his estates. The people of this valley had been ardent Parliamentarians during the long campaign.
A sudden glare in his eyes awoke him at one moment. They were passing the village of Hollowbank. Fires were lit on the road, and dark figures were crouching around them. Robbie was too drowsy to ask the meaning of these sights, and he soon slept once more.
"Get off with you and begone!" cried the factor, rapping out another volley. "Is it Hollowbank you call this place?" said Ralph, looking the fellow in the face. "Hellbank would be a fitter name." The man answered nothing, but his eyes glared angrily as Ralph put spur to his horse and rode on.
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