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Mowbray's unwillingness to help her, and hesitation, had once before roused Edith's indignation; but now she believed him to be in Wiggins's employ, and therefore felt calm, and talked with him chiefly for the sake of seeing what she could get out of him, either in the way of explanation or concession.

We were both horribly to blame; but though I was full as wrong in action, I flatter myself that I was wrong upon better or upon less bad motives. My aversion to the Jew, if more absurd and violent, was less interested and malignant than Mowbray's.

Needless to say, she preferred to give up the castle, and Mowbray's reign as Earl of Northumberland was over. Thereafter Bamburgh was visited by various sovereigns in turn, when their affairs brought them to the northerly parts of their kingdom. When Balliol, tired of long years of conflict, surrendered most of his rights to Edward III., it was at Bamburgh that the convention was concluded.

He held out against them for a day or two, but was then captured and taken to Durham. Meanwhile the high-spirited Countess held Bamburgh against all assailants; but Mowbray's capture gave Rufus an advantage he was not slow to use. Returning to the North, he ordered Mowbray to be brought before the walls of Bamburgh, and threatened to put his eyes out if the Countess did not immediately surrender.

"That is too general." "It is useless to particularize." And Mowbray's head drooped. As the pleasant May breeze raised the locks of his dark hair, his face looked very pale and sad. "The subject of our discourse in the fields some days since?" asked Hoffland in a low tone. "Yes," said Mowbray calmly. A long silence followed this reply. Then Hoffland said: "Why should that still annoy you?

But since his manhood had responded to natural claims, since the twin gray stars had risen upon his horizon, a magnetic power held him to a definite course which he had neither power nor inclination to deny. The days before the departure had been busy indeed. They had been rendered doubly busy by the affairs surrounding Alec Mowbray's death.

His thoughts ran under it like a stream, some through the focus bright and distinct, some shadowy in the half-light of the edge. Just now the little glow was steady; but the least movement on Mowbray's part, the slightest sound from outside, even a faint difference in the slow movement of the living flesh he was cutting, set the light-spot shivering and spinning.

This time it had been planned to make Stephen of Aumale, a nephew of the Conqueror, king in William's place; but no Norman invasion occurred. The war was begun and ended by the siege and surrender of Mowbray's two castles of Tynemouth and Bamborough.

Mowbray's manner of speaking was essentially in keeping with her appearance. It may be called a fashion-plate style. It was both fluent and insincere. She spoke in what is sometimes called a "made voice" that is to say, a voice not her own, made up for company a florid falsetto: a tone that Edith detested. Could she throw herself upon the sympathies of these? Who were they?

"The National Holiday has begun," continued Mick, "and it seems to me the best thing for the people to do is to take a walk in Lord de Mowbray's park." This proposition was received with one of those wild shouts of approbation which indicate the orator has exactly hit his audience between wind and water.