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I should like to know everything about auntie Ethelwyn. Isn't it pretty?" "So pretty that I should like to know something more about Aunt Ethelwyn. What is her other name?" "Why, Ethelwyn Oldcastle, to be sure. What else could it be?" "Why, you know, for anything I knew, Judy, it might have been Gladwyn. She might have been your father's sister." "Might she? I never thought of that.
But I was glad to feel pretty sure that if I should be so blessed as to marry Miss Oldcastle which at the time whereof I now write, seemed far too gorgeous a castle in the clouds ever to descend to the earth for me to enter it the POOR of my own people would be those most likely to understand my position and feelings, and least likely to impute to me worldly motives, as paltry as they are vulgar, and altogether unworthy of a true man.
"That's Treadwell over there a good-looking man, isn't he? but have you seen the dowdy, middle-aged woman he is married to? It's a pity that all great men marry young and now they say, you know, that he is madly in love with Margaret Oldcastle " In the night, after a restless sleep, she awoke in terror.
When the tailor met Ellis on Duck Bank greatly wearing a new suit, the scene was impressive. It was as though Elgar had stopped to hear Paderewski play 'Pomp and Circumstance' on the piano. Ellis descended from his bedroom into the hall, took his straw hat, chose a stick, and went out into the portico of the new large house on the Hawkins, near Oldcastle.
At the same instant the electric light returned to Bursley. The current was resumed. 'That's better, said Mr Blackshaw, sighing. John and Robert Hessian, brothers, bachelors, and dressed in mourning, sat together after supper in the parlour of their house at the bottom of Oldcastle Street, Bursley. Maggie, the middle-aged servant, was clearing the table.
Ellis sawed her mouth; he might as well have sawed the funnel of a locomotive. He had meant to turn off and traverse Bursley by secluded streets, but he perceived that safety lay solely in letting her go straight ahead up the very steep slope of Oldcastle Street into the middle of the town. It would be an amazing mare that galloped to the top of Oldcastle Street!
Opposite Miss Oldcastle's bedroom was another, seldom used, the door of which was now standing open. Instead of speaking to Jane, Mrs Oldcastle gave her a violent push, which drove her into this room. Thereupon she shut the door and locked it. Jane spent the whole of the night in that room, in no small degree of trepidation as to what might happen next.
I did not come to like Mrs Oldcastle better. And there was one woman in the house whom I disliked still more: that Sarah whom Judy had called in my hearing a white wolf. Her face was yet whiter than that of her mistress, only it was not smooth like hers; for its whiteness came apparently from the small-pox, which had so thickened the skin that no blood, if she had any, could shine through.
Miss Oldcastle seemed to have vanished from my ken as much as Catherine Weir and Mrs Tomkins yes, more for there was only death between these and me; whereas, there was something far worse I could not always tell what that rose ever between Miss Oldcastle and myself, and paralysed any effort I might fancy myself on the point of making for her rescue. One pleasant thing happened.
When I examined myself, I could give no reason for my sudden fearfulness, save this: that as I went to Catherine's house, I had passed Jane Rogers on her way to her father's, and having just greeted her, had gone on; but, as it now came back upon me, she had looked at me strangely that is, with some significance in her face which conveyed nothing to me; and now her father had been to seek me: it must have something to do with Miss Oldcastle.
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