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My name is Carysbroke, and I had the honour of knowing poor Mr. Ruthyn when I was quite a little boy, and he has shown a kindness for me since, and I hope you will pardon the liberty I fear I've taken. I think my friend, Lady Knollys, too, is a relation of yours; what a charming person she is! 'Oh, is not she? such a darling! I said, and then blushed at my outspoken affection.
'You are born to this world's wealth; in its way a great blessing, though a great trial, Miss, and a great trust; but don't suppose you are destined to exemption from trouble on that account, any more than poor Emmanuel Bryerly. As the sparks fly upwards, Miss Ruthyn! Your cushioned carriage may overturn on the highroad, as I may stumble and fall upon the footpath.
'I'll fool no more wi' ye, losing my time; I won't; but mind ye, I'll speak wi' Silas. And going away he put his hand to his crumpled wide-awake, and said to me with a surly difference 'Good evening, Miss Ruthyn good evening, ma'am and ye'll please remember, I did not mean nout to vex thee. And so he swaggered away, jerking and waddling over the sward, and was soon lost in the wood.
'An invitation from Lady Mary Carysbroke for you and Milly to meet Monica Knollys; have you received it? asked my uncle, so soon as I was seated. Answered in the affirmative, he continued 'Now, Maud Ruthyn, I expect the truth from you; I have been frank, so shall you. Have you ever heard me spoken ill of by Lady Knollys? I was quite taken aback. I felt my cheeks flushing.
I look upon him, I do assure you, quite in the light of a saint; not, of course, in the Popish sense, but in the very highest, you will understand me, which our Church allows, a man built up in faith full of faith faith and grace altogether exemplary; and I often ventured to regret, Miss Ruthyn, that Providence in its mysterious dispensations should have placed him so far apart from his brother, your respected father.
I started up, staring at the door. 'Lord bless us! cried honest Mary Quince, with round eyes and mouth agape, staring in the same direction. 'Mary Mary, what can it be? 'Are they beating some one down yonder? I don't know where it comes from, gasped Quince. 'I will I will I'll see her. It's her I want. Oo hoo hoo hoo oo o Miss Maud Ruthyn of Knowl. Miss Ruthyn of Knowl. Hoo hoo hoo hoo oo!
At last the postilions began to draw bridle, and at a slight angle, the moon shining full upon them, we wheeled into a wide semicircle formed by the receding park-walls, and halted before a great fantastic iron gate, and a pair of tall fluted piers, of white stone, all grass-grown and ivy-bound, with great cornices, surmounted with shields and supporters, the Ruthyn bearings washed by the rains of Derbyshire for many a generation of Ruthyns, almost smooth by this time, and looking bleached and phantasmal, like giant sentinels, with each a hand clasped in his comrade's, to bar our passage to the enchanted castle the florid tracery of the iron gate showing like the draperies of white robes hanging from their extended arms to the earth.
He read it to you, eh? 'No, sir. 'Oh, but he told you so much as relates to you and your uncle, Mr. Silas Ruthyn, of Bartram-Haugh? 'No, indeed, sir. 'Ha! I wish he had. And with these words Doctor Bryerly's countenance darkened. 'Mr. Silas Ruthyn is a religious man? 'Oh, very! said I. 'You've seen a good deal of him? 'No, I never saw him, I answered. 'H'm? Odder and odder!
But when it was known that they were travelling to the castle of Mortimer, whose sister was the wife of their lord, none were surprised; for rumours were already current of troubles on the Welsh border; and when they entered Shropshire they heard that Owen Glendower, with a considerable force, had fallen suddenly upon the retainers of Lord Grey de Ruthyn, had killed many, and had reoccupied the estates of which he had been deprived by that nobleman.
On arriving at the castle, it was found that the troops from Ruthyn had duly come in. They were received by the seneschal of William Beauchamp, Lord of Abergavenny. Chirk Castle had passed through many hands, having been several times granted to royal favourites; being a fine building, standing on a lofty eminence, which afforded a view of no less than seventeen counties.
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