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Of the vignette I may claim to know something. Of the spirits as artists I have of course no knowledge, but as regards my father, he, I am certain, could hardly have told a Raphael from a chromolithograph copy. He was, in spite of that same vignette, most ignorant of art. Raxton Hall possesses nothing but family portraits.
"Then will your story begin where mine breaks off?" I said. "We shall see that," he said, "as soon as you have ended yours." "Do you know Raxton?" I said. 'At first he seemed to hesitate about his reply, and then said, "No, I do not."
His hobby was not like that fatal antiquarianism of my father's, which had worked so much mischief, but the harmless quest of flint implements. His talk about his collection of flints, however, sent my mind off to Flinty Point and the never-to-be-forgotten flint-built walls of Raxton church.
'You forget, Henry, you never knew me in Wales at all; it was only at Raxton that you ever saw me. 'I mean when you breakfasted with the Prince of the Mist. I was the Prince of the Mist, dear. She gave me a puzzled look which scared while it warned me. How cruel it seemed of Sinfi, who had planned this meeting, not to have told me how much and how little Winnie knew of the past.
'No, said my mother; 'but your father is the owner of Raxton Hall, which to her and her class is a kind of Palace of the Cæsars.
'I wonder, she said, 'whether you remember our first walk along the Raxton road, when I made invidious comparison between the voices of birds and the voices of men and women? 'Indeed I do, I said. 'I remember how you suggested that among the birds the rooks only could listen without offence to the cackle of a crowd of people.
I never doubted you loved me as a child. 'As a child! Do you then think that I did not love you that night on Raxton sands? 'I did not doubt that you loved me then. But wealth, I had been told, is so demoralising, and I thought your never coming forward to find me and protect me in my illness might have something to do with inconstancy.
On either side of her stand the awakened angels, uplifting from her face a veil whose folds flow soft as water over her shoulders and over the wings of Faith and Love. A symbol of the true cosmogony which Philip Aylwin gave to the world! 'Why, that's esackly like the wreath o' seaweeds as poor Winnie Wynne used to make, said Rhona Boswell. 'The photograph of Raxton Fair! I cried.
'Stay, King Bamfylde, stay, said he; 'shall the beds of the mere ungenteel Aylwins, "the outside Aylwins," be made by the high Gypsy-gentility of Raxton? A light began to break in upon me. 'Surely, I said, 'surely you are not Cyril Aylwin, the ? 'Pray finish your sentence, sir, and say the low bohemian painter, the representative of the great ungenteel the successor to the Aylwin peerage.
These were, no doubt, one and the same person, and some one from Raxton had posted the newspaper to the doctor's house in London. 'I looked down the columns of the paper with a very lively interest, and my eye was soon caught by a paragraph encircled by a thick blue pencil mark.
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