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N. at her spinning. C. has given me a wool comforter of her owne worke, and sum stockings wich are two thick to ware, but I hav not told her so." Again, in 1764: "Tabitha Meynell's brother goes more than ever to Higate.
He pointed to two recent novels lying on the table, both of them brilliant glorifications of sordid forms of adultery. Meynell's look fired. "Ah! but let us distinguish. We are not anarchists as those men are. Our claim is precisely that we are, and desire to remain, a part of a Society a definite community with definite laws of a National Church of the nation, that is, in its spiritual aspect.
In Meynell's mind there reigned a medley of feelings tragic recollections, moral questionings, which time had never silenced, perplexity as to the present and the future, and with it all, the liveliest and sorest pity for the young, childish, violent creature beside him.
Sheldon's repetition of Susan Meynell's story, and possessed of all the information he could hope to obtain from that quarter, Horatio set himself to consider what steps must next be taken. Much serious reflection convinced even his sanguine mind that the enterprise was a difficult one, and could scarcely be carried through successfully without help from some skilled genealogist.
Meynell's quick eye observed that the foreign-looking gentleman lowered his hand under the table before each of these very successful throws. "You had better change the game," said he coolly to the loser, "luck is against you."
There is not one of us those on Meynell's side, or those against him who would not in such a case do his utmost to stamp it out. But if he persists both in living here, and in exciting public opinion as he is now doing the story will certainly come out! Nothing can possibly stop it." Barron leant back and folded his arms. Flaxman's eyes sparkled.
But before he took the midday train from Markborough to the North, on the following day, Meynell spent half an hour with his Bishop in the episcopal library. It was a strange meeting. When Bishop Craye first caught sight of the entering figure, he hurried forward, and as the door closed upon the footman, he seized Meynell's hand in both his own.
The struggle lasted indeed another couple of days, and the aspect of both Meynell and Mary showed deep marks of it by the end. Throughout it Mary made little or no appeal to the mere womanly arts. And perhaps it was the repression of them that cost her most. On the third day of discussion, while the letter still lay unposted in Meynell's writing-case, he went wandering by himself up the valley.
This was rather dispiriting; but I knew that if any record of Christian Meynell's daughter existed at Huxter's Cross, it was in my power to discover it. I asked if there was any official in the way of a registrar to be found in the village; and found that there was no one more important than an old man who kept the keys of the church.
Martin's estate, at about midday, rode round his estate in the afternoon, and then drove on to Mr. E. Meynell's charming home the Retreat which is about a mile from the town of Mercara.
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