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The rector's marriage did not produce a very favorable impression in the town, solely in consequence of the unaccountable private and unpretending manner in which the ceremony had been performed.
But all these things came merely as interludes in the moving currents of greater events; for as the summer faded into autumn and autumn into winter the anxieties of the trustees of St. Asaph's began to call for action of some sort. "Edward," said the rector's father on the occasion of their next quarterly discussion, "I cannot conceal from you that the position of things is very serious.
But after a while he heard a shout, then another, and then two men came running towards him, as fast as they could in the darkness. Douglas Dale knew them both, and called out, "What is it, Freeman? What is it, Carey? Bad news, I fear." "Yes, Mr. Douglas, bad news. We've found the rector's hunting-whip." "Where?" stammered Douglas.
Why, 'tis the Rector the Rector's sell, woman, and there isna the like o' him in the county, nor the four next to it. Come away away with thee we maunna bide here."
The rector's servants treated the daughter of the house with special awe, and the marchioness herself moved, and spoke, and ate, and drank with a cold magnificence, which I think had become a second nature with her, but which was not on that account the less oppressive.
He turned to the waiter, who regarded him unmoved, and asked for a check. "I'll get it," he said. Hodder drew out a ten dollar bill, and told him to keep the change. The waiter looked at him. Some impulse moved him to remark, as he picked up the rector's hat: "Don't let her put it over you, sir." Hodder scarcely heard him.
There was an unnatural flush on the rector's face, and his lips were very white when he came before his people that Sunday morning, for he felt that he was approaching the crisis of his fate; that he had only to look across the row of heads up to where Anna sat, and he should know the truth.
They made their way first to the stables, anxious not to give the alarm at the house until they knew the extent of the mischief. The usual orderly quiet prevailed, and, in response to the rector's knock, the groom, who had played such a faithless part by Rose, appeared. "Is Dixon in? Can I see him for a moment?" asked Mr. Curzon, guardedly.
He had found his bit of true gold. That was Amy Foster's heart; which was 'a golden heart, and soft to people's misery, he would say in the accents of overwhelming conviction. "He was called Yanko. And this is the only trace of him that the succeeding ages may find in the marriage register of the parish. There it stands Yanko Goorall in the rector's handwriting.
The organ had ceased playing, and the words "Dearly beloved" had already fallen from the Rector's lips, when the churchdoor opened once again to admit some late arrivals.
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