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William Norwynne with Miss Caroline Sedgeley arrived; and, on that day, the bells of every parish surrounding that in which they lived joined with their own, in celebration of the blissful union. Flowers were strewn before the new-married pair, and favours and ale made many a heart more gladsome than that of either bridegroom or bride.
"Oh, yes! you'll find master there treading in the old man's shoes, as proud as Lucifer." "Has he any children?" "No, thank God! There's been enow of the name; and after the son is gone, I hope we shall have no more of the breed." "Is Mrs. Norwynne, the son's wife, at the palace?" "What, master! did not you know what's become of her?" "Any accident? "Ha, ha, ha! yes.
His name procured him immediate admittance into the library, and the moment the dean appeared the curate burst into tears. The cause being required of such "very singular marks of grief," Mr. Rymer described himself "as having been a few moments ago the happiest of parents; but that his peace and that of his whole family had been destroyed by Mr. Henry Norwynne, the dean's nephew."
Upon her entrance, her father first addressed her, and said in a stern, threatening, yet feeling tone, "Unhappy girl, answer me before all present Have you, or have you not, owned yourself a mother?" She replied, stealing a fearful look at Henry, "I have." "And have you not," asked the dean, "owned that Henry Norwynne is the father of your child?" She seemed as if she wished to expostulate.
Complicated villainy!" exclaimed the dean; then added, "Henry Norwynne, your first guilt is so enormous; your second, in steadfastly denying it, so base, this last conduct so audacious; that from the present hour you must never dare to call me relation, or to consider my house as your home." William, in unison with his father, exclaimed, "Indeed, Henry, your actions merit this punishment."
He was born, my lord, about sixteen years ago, at Anfield, one summer a morning, and carried by your cousin, Mr. Henry Norwynne, to Mr. Rymer's, the curate there; and I swore whose child he was before the dean, and I did not take a false oath. Indeed, indeed, my lord, I did not.
Norwynne, just entered on the honeymoon, were sitting side by side enjoying with peace and with honour conjugal society, poor Agnes, threatened, reviled, and sinking to the dust, was hearing from the mouth of William's father the enormity of those crimes to which his son had been accessory.
On their quitting the church, they inquired of the bystanders the immediate cause of the bishop's death, and heard he had been suddenly carried off by a raging fever. Young Henry inquired "if Lady Clementina was at the palace, or Mr. Norwynne?" "The latter is there," he was answered by a poor woman; "but Lady Clementina has been dead these four years." "Dead! dead!" cried young Henry.
She now considered his word, "never to see her more," as solemnly passed: she heard anew the impressive, the implacable tone in which the sentence was pronounced; and could look back on no late token of affection on which to found the slightest hope that he would recall it. Norwynne in private.
"March the 12th, 179- "The last dying words, speech, and confession; birth, parentage, and education; life, character, and behaviour, of Agnes Primrose, who was executed this morning, between the hours of ten and twelve, pursuant to the sentence passed upon her by the Honourable Justice Norwynne.
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