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He said Stanley had no near relations who would be likely to remember him; there was only one old gentleman they was afraid of, but they calculated they knew enough to puzzle him too. Hopgood had been practising after Stanley's handwriting; he was pretty good at that trade when he was a shaver," said Stebbins, with a look which showed he knew the story of the forgery.
I went to the kitchen, where Hopgood was sitting at the table, eating bread and cheese. He got up on seeing me, and very kindly brought me some cold bacon and a pint of ale. "I thart I shude be seeing yu, zurr," he said between his bites; "Therr's no thart to 'atin' 'bout the 'ouse to-day. The old wumman's puzzivantin' over Miss Pasiance.
Harry farther remembered, that Clapp had belonged to the same office from which this Hopgood had run away. There was, however, one point which he did not understand; he thought he had since heard that this Hopgood had turned actor, and died long since of yellow-fever, at New Orleans.
His two daughters, therefore, received an education much above that which was usual amongst people in their position, and each of them an unheard of wonder in Fenmarket had spent some time in a school in Weimar. Mr Hopgood was also peculiar in his way of dealing with his children.
It was nine years from the time the plot first suggested itself, until they finally appeared as public claimants of the estate and name of William Stanley, and during that time, Clapp, who had never entirely abandoned the idea, although Hopgood had repeatedly done so, had been able to mature the plan very thoroughly.
Those who are half as fond as I am of Mark Rutherford will have already recalled Frank Palmer in Clara Hopgood.
Miss Clara Hopgood amazed everybody by 'beginning talk, by asking Mrs Greatorex, her hostess, who had been far away to Sidmouth for a holiday, whether she had been to the place where Coleridge was born, and when the parson's wife said she had not, and that she could not be expected to make a pilgrimage to the birthplace of an infidel, Miss Hopgood expressed her surprise, and declared she would walk twenty miles any day to see Ottery St Mary.
It's broad daylight now; I too am tired as a cat.... "Saturday, 6th August. .... I take up my tale where I left off yesterday.... Dan and I started as soon as we could get Mrs. Hopgood to give us coffee. The old lady was more tentative, more undecided, more pouncing, than I had ever seen her.
I came across a dairymaid and farm hand discussing it stolidly with very downcast faces. Even Hopgood, a hard-bitten fellow with immense shoulders, forgot his imperturbability so far as to harness his horse, and depart on what he assured me was "just a wild-guse chaace."
He dared not think of what might be the consequences if they did not marry. Hitherto Madge had given no explanation to her mother or sister of the rupture, but one morning nearly two months had now passed Clara did not appear at breakfast. 'Clara is not here, said Mrs Hopgood; 'she was very tired last night, perhaps it is better not to disturb her. 'Oh, no! please let her alone.
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