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Cazire stands for some one; probably it is meant to represent a woman's name, and that woman may have been either Elizabeth Shelley or Harriet Grove. The "Original Poetry" had only been launched a week, when Stockdale discovered on a closer inspection of the book that it contained some verses well known to the world as the production of M.G. Lewis.
Stockdale, who heard this discussion from the garden-gate, over which he had been leaning, was rather alarmed, and thought it a mistake of the villagers to keep so completely out of the way. He himself, like the excisemen, had been wondering for the last half-hour what could have become of them.
Stockdale sat in the deep chair about twenty minutes sipping and meditating, till he at length took warmer views of things, and longed for the morrow, when he would see Mrs. Newberry again. He then felt that, though chronologically at a short distance, it would in an emotional sense be very long before to-morrow came, and walked restlessly round the room.
'This is too bad, said Stockdale impatiently. 'On my honour, I won't encourage him as my lover, Lizzy answered earnestly. 'A reasonable man will be satisfied with that. 'Well, so I am, said Stockdale, his countenance clearing. Stockdale now began to notice more particularly a feature in the life of his fair landlady, which he had casually observed but scarcely ever thought of before.
Thus uncertainly the week passed on; till one morning Stockdale said to her: 'I have had a letter, Lizzy. I must call you that till I am gone. 'Gone? said she blankly. 'Yes, he said. 'I am going from this place. I felt it would be better for us both that I should not stay after what has happened.
Stockdale, I have fancied you must feel draught o' nights from your bedroom window, and so I have been putting up thicker curtains this afternoon while you were out; or, 'I noticed that you sneezed twice again this morning, Mr. Stockdale. Depend upon it that cold is hanging about you yet; I am sure it is I have thought of it continually; and you must let me make a posset for you.
Stockdale here beheld all the missing parishioners, lying on their stomachs on the tower roof, except a few who, elevated on their hands and knees, were peeping through the embrasures of the parapet.
In about ten minutes he heard the same light footstep that he had heard in going out; it paused at the gate, which opened and shut softly, and then the door- latch was lifted, and Lizzy came in. Stockdale went forward and said at once, 'Lizzy, don't be frightened. I have been waiting up for you. She started, though she had recognized the voice. 'It is Mr. Stockdale, isn't it? she said.
She closed the window and went to her room, where a tear fell from her eyes; and that not because of the alertness of the riding-officers. Stockdale was so excited by the events of the evening, and the dilemma that he was placed in between conscience and love, that he did not sleep, or even doze, but remained as broadly awake as at noonday.
"And now," cried Helen Stockdale "now, sir, here are we in the green wood with neither page nor groom squire and dame and I am loving it," said she, and her little brown capable hand took one of his great hard ones. Laga vile=hollow of the tree. "You have fine hands, M'sieu Bryde," said she, her fingers over his to be comparing them, "great and strong and well-tried."
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