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Updated: June 16, 2025
Returning up the town on one of these occasions, the romantic pelisse flapping behind each horseman's shoulder in the soft south-west wind, Captain Maumbry glanced up at the oriel. A mutual nod was exchanged between him and the person who sat there reading.
He made Captain Maumbry's acquaintance in an informal manner at an afternoon tea to which he went in a wheeled chair one of the very rare outings that the state of his health permitted. Maumbry showed himself to be a handsome man of twenty-eight or thirty, with an attractive hint of wickedness in his manner that was sure to make him adorable with good young women.
In country quarters or town, abroad or at home, it's just the same. 'How do you account for it? 'H'm. Maumbry lowered his voice. 'Some crime committed by certain of our regiment in past years, we suppose. 'Dear me . . . How very horrid, and singular! 'But, as I said, we don't speak of it much. 'No . . . no.
Maumbry had over-exerted himself in the relief of the suffering poor, and fell a victim one of the last to the pestilence which had carried off so many. Two days later he lay in his coffin. Laura was in the room below. A servant brought in some letters, and she glanced them over.
The reader and a friend in the room with him followed the troop with their eyes all the way up the street, till, when the soldiers were opposite the house in which Laura lived, that young lady became discernible in the balcony. 'They are engaged to be married, I hear, said the friend. 'Who Maumbry and Laura? Never so soon? 'Yes. 'He'll never marry.
Maumbry, in fashionable walking clothes, had usually been her husband's companion; but this was less frequent now. The close and singular friendship between the two men went on for nearly a year, when Mr. Sainway was presented to a living in a densely-populated town in the midland counties.
Of all who had known the dead curate, none grieved for him like the man who on his first arrival had called him a 'lath in a sheet. Mrs. Maumbry had never greatly sympathized with the impressive parson; indeed, she had been secretly glad that he had gone away to better himself.
Maumbry paused for a moment to wipe his face, and resumed his homely drudgery amid this squalid and reeking scene, pressing down and stirring the contents of the copper with what looked like an old rolling-pin. The steam therefrom, laden with death, travelled in a low trail across the meadow. Laura spoke suddenly: 'I won't go to-night after all. He is so tired, and I must help him.
Lieutenant Vannicock told him to wait a few minutes, and the last barrow- load was got through. Mr. Maumbry stretched himself and breathed heavily, saying, 'There; we can do no more. As if from the relaxation of effort he seemed to be seized with violent pain. He pressed his hands to his sides and bent forward. 'Ah! I think it has got hold of me at last, he said with difficulty.
They came and passed the oriel, where an officer or two, looking up and discovering Mrs. Maumbry, saluted her, whose eyes filled with tears as the notes of the band waned away. Before the little group had recovered from that sense of the romantic which such spectacles impart, Mr. Maumbry came along the pavement.
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