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But the case was thus: the king, by the good husbandry of Bishop Juxon, his treasurer, had a million of ready money in his treasury, and upon that account, having no need of a Parliament, had not called one in twelve years; and perhaps had never called another, if he had not by this unhappy circumstance been reduced to a necessity of it; for now this ready money was spent in two foolish expeditions, and his army appeared in a condition not fit to engage the Scots.
"He appears to have a very peculiar temper," said Mr. Juxon. "But he looks clever." "What do you think he was talking about as we came through the park?" asked Mrs. Goddard. "What?" "He was saying that he saw me once before he went to college, and fancy how deliciously boyish! he said he had written ever so many Greek odes to my memory since!" Mrs. Goddard laughed a little and blushed faintly.
"MY DEAR MR. AMBROSE The man we were speaking of yesterday morning actually attacked me this evening. Stamboul worried him badly, but he is not dead. He is lying here, well cared for, and I have sent for the doctor. If convenient to you, would you come in the morning? I need not recommend discretion. Sincerely yours, "C.J. JUXON. N.B. I am not hurt."
On one occasion she remarked to her mother that she did not believe a word of them and did not think they were a bit like real life, but the momentary fit of scepticism soon passed and Nellie read on contentedly, not omitting however to watch her mother in order to find out, as her small mind expressed it, "whether mamma really liked that nice Mr. Juxon."
So it was that Mrs. Ambrose's face softened and her voice was less severe than it had been. Mary Juxon is the happiest of women; happy in her husband, in her eldest daughter, in John Short and in the little children with bright faces and ringing voices who nestle at her knee or climb over the sturdy sailor-squire, and pull his great beard and make him laugh.
They therefore fixed on the vault where Edward IV. was interred, on the north side of the choir, near the altar. Juxon, arrived from London, specially authorized by the House of Commons to attend the funeral, and the Duke empowered to arrange all wholly as he thought fit.
It was late in the afternoon when Mr. Juxon walked down towards the cottage, accompanied by the vicar. In spite of their mutual anxiety to be of service to Mrs.
A parliamentary officer, clothed in black and with a gravity that augured ill, entered, bowed to the king, and unfolding a parchment, read the sentence, as is usually done to criminals before their execution. "What is this?" said Aramis to Juxon. Juxon replied with a sign which meant that he knew no more than Aramis about it. "Then it is for to-day?" asked the king.
It is like the watch below in dirty-weather." "Excuse me I don't quite understand " "At sea," explained the squire. "There is no luxury like being below when the decks are wet and there is heavy weather about." "I should think so," said Mrs. Goddard. "Have you been at sea much, Mr. Juxon?" "Thirty years," returned the squire laconically. Mrs. Goddard looked at him in astonishment.
She had felt since she came to Billingsfield that from the very first she had put herself upon a footing of safety by telling her story to the vicar. But the vicar would, not without her permission repeat that story to Mr. Juxon. Was she herself called upon to do so? She was a very sensitive woman, and her impressionable nature had been strongly affected by what she had suffered.
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