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There is no clear evidence of the existence of a Roman station hereabouts, though it is more than probable that such was the case. The name of the town proves it to have been a Saxon settlement. Bishop Joscelyn of Wells made its fortune by his endowments and the gift of a borough charter.
They resented her parentage, her strange, un-Morgan-like name, and the pronounced resemblance she bore to the dark-haired, dark-eyed mother they had never seen. All the Morgans had been fair. If Joscelyn had had Paul's blue eyes and golden curls her grandfather and grandmother would have loved her sooner. But the love came ... it had to. No living mortal could have resisted Joscelyn.
Lifting back the curtain, she stood in the splendour of the moonlight, and sang the grand old hymn. At first Aunty Nan beat time to it feebly on the counterpane; but when Joscelyn came to the verse, "With mercy and with judgment," she folded her hands over her breast and smiled. When the hymn ended, Joscelyn came over to the bed. "I am afraid I must say good-bye now, Aunty Nan," she said.
When Joscelyn was seventeen Deborah Morgan noticed a change in her.
It seems like a beautiful dream. I knew you the minute you opened the door, my dearie. You haven't changed a bit. And you're a famous singer now, little Joscelyn! I always knew you would be. Oh, I want you to sing a piece for me just one, won't you, dearie? Sing that piece people like to hear you sing best. I forget the name, but I've read about it in the papers. Sing it for me, little Joscelyn."
"I can, however, make a boast, which perhaps you cannot, Mr Joscelyn: all my parishioners are usually to be seen in church, and if one is absent I'm able to miss him." "It must paralyse your efforts, preaching to such a congregation," said the other.
'How now, Charles, how now, said he kindly, 'twenty-four hours in the capital, and beauty-struck already? which among our simple English maidens hath the merit of thus gaining the approval of thy travelled eyes? what Venus hath bribed the purer taste of our new Paris? Ha! let me see Lady Joscelyn? Lady No! by heaven, said he following my looks, 'it is as I could wish, Theresa Marchmont herself.
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