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Updated: June 26, 2025
The memory of Lady Roehampton could not escape from the past, and she could not recall it and all the scenes at Hurstley without emotion; and Lady Montfort remembered with some pride and excitement, that the Legate of the Pope had been one of her heroes.
And the dear innocent girl was little aware herself how glad she felt of the excuse to call so soon again at Hurstley. Meantime, for safety, she put the money in her Bible. What hallowed gold was that?
A great deal had developed since his exile at Hurstley things which are not learned by newspapers, or even private correspondence. He spoke to Barron after dinner. He had reason to believe Barron was his friend. Barron could give no opinion about dissolution; all depended on Peel. But they were acting, and had been acting for some time, as if dissolution were on the cards.
Ferrars called in Warwick Street, the truth is the house was full and there was no vacant room for him. But this the Rodneys would not admit. Though they were worldly people, and it seemed impossible that anything more could be gained from the ruined house of Hurstley, they had, like many other people, a superstition, and their superstition was an adoration of the family of Ferrars.
It was dusk when they arrived at Hurstley, and the melancholy hour did not tend to raise their spirits. However, the gardener's wife had lit a good fire of beechwood in the drawing-room, and threw as they entered a pannier of cones upon the logs, which crackled and cheerfully blazed away. Even Myra seemed interested by the novelty of the wood fire and the iron dogs.
Penruddock did not seem to know much about manufactures, but always recommended his cottagers to keep bees. "The lime-tree abounds in our village, and there is nothing the bees love more than its blossoms." This direct reference to his village led Mrs. Neuchatel to an inquiry as to the state of the poor about Hurstley, and she made the inquiry in a tone of commiseration.
Folk of Hurstley, friends and neighbours, you all know Roger Acton the old-time honest Roger of these forty years, before the devil made him mad by giving him much gold did he ever maliciously do harm to man or woman, to child or poor dumb brute? No, countrymen, I am no murderer. "Amen!" earnestly whispered a tremulous female voice, "and God will save you, father."
All Sir John's own tenantry, as well as Squire Ryle's, and some of other neighbouring magnates, were to have a day's wages without work, on the easy conditions of attending the procession in their smartest trim, and of banqueting at Hurstley afterwards.
So, then, the town-band was ordered to be in attendance next morning by eleven at the Swan, a lot of old election colours were shaken from their dust and cobwebs, the bell-ringers engaged, vasty preparations of ale and beef made at Hurstley Hall an ox to be roasted whole upon the terrace, and a plum-pudding already in the cauldron of two good yards in circumference and all that every body hoped for that night, was a fine May-day to-morrow.
Let me not soil these pages by recording, in however guarded phrase, the grossness of this wretch's propositions; it was a long way to Hurstley, and the reptile never ceased tormenting her every step of it, till the village was in sight: twice she ran, and he ran too, keeping up with her, and pouring into her ear a father's cruel fate and his own detestable alternative.
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