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With these sage directions the young leader marched his companion-culprit down to inspect the jail where Tom Bakewell lay groaning over the results of the super-mundane conflict, and the victim of it that he was. In Lobourne Austin Wentworth had the reputation of the poor man's friend; a title he earned more largely ere he went to the reward God alone can give to that supreme virtue.
Sir Austin Feverel, a thorough good Tory, was no game-preserver, and could be popular whenever he chose, which Sir Males Papworth, on the other side of the river, a fast-handed Whig and terror to poachers, never could be. Half the village of Lobourne was seen trooping through the avenues of the park.
He and Ralph and the curate of Lobourne join in their walks, and raise classical discussions on ladies' hair, fingering a thousand delicious locks, from those of Cleopatra to the Borgia's. "Fair! fair! all of them fair!" sighs the melancholy curate, "as are those women formed for our perdition! I think we have in this country what will match the Italian or the Greek." His mind flutters to Mrs.
Speed-the-Plough volunteered information that Bursley was a good three mile from where they stood, and a good eight mile from Lobourne. "I'll give you half-a-crown for that loaf, my good fellow," said Richard to the tinker. "It's a bargain;" quoth the tinker, "eh, missus?" His cat replied by humping her back at the dog.
He talked of this the neat day, but it was treated as a dream; until in the course of the day his uncle Algernon was driven home from Lobourne cricket-ground with a broken leg.
Over Lobourne and the valley lay black night and innumerable stars. "How jolly I feel!" exclaimed Ripton, inspired by claret; and then, after a luxurious pause "I think that fellow has pocketed his guinea, and cut his lucky." Richard allowed a long minute to pass, during which the baronet waited anxiously for his voice, hardly recognizing it when he heard its altered tones.
Rustic Lobourne hinted broadly at a young woman in the case, and, moreover, told a tale of how these fellow-threshers had, in noble rivalry, one day turned upon each other to see which of the two threshed the best; whereof the Bantam still bore marks, and malice, it was said.
She knelt by his side, and they prayed, and their joint sobs shook their bodies, but neither of them shed many tears. They held a dark unspoken secret in common. They prayed God to forgive her. Clare was buried in the family vault of the Todhunters. Her mother breathed no wish to have her lying at Lobourne. After the funeral, what they alone upon earth knew brought them together.
Clifford of Lobourne, after consulting him medically on the youth's behalf and being assured of his soundness, "it comes of a thoroughly sane condition. The blood is healthy, the mind virtuous: neither instigates the other to evil, and both are perfecting toward the flower of manhood. If he reach that pure in the untainted fulness and perfection of his natural powers I am indeed a happy father!
It was a hard sight for this man who loved his son so deeply. The youth lay in his strange bed, straight and motionless, with fever on his cheeks, and altered eyes. Old Dr. Clifford of Lobourne was the medical attendant, who, with head- shaking, and gathering of lips, and reminiscences of ancient arguments, guaranteed to do all that leech could do in the matter.
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