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The railway route from Northampton to Peterborough presents a series of pleasant views on either side, so pleasant that he who has leisure should walk, or ride on horseback, along the line of Saxon villages, visit the series of curious churches at Wellingborough, Higham Ferrers, with its collegiate church and almshouse, Thrapston and Oundle, and other stations.
"He said what you never had the sense to see, my boy; but I expect Mr. Merceron won't be obliged to me for repeating it." "I should like to hear it," said Charlie, with necessary politeness. "Well, it's not me, its old Thrapston; and if you say it's wrong, I'll believe yon. Old Thrapston hang it, Victor, that old man ought to be hanged! Why, only the other day I saw him "
"Well," said Lord Thrapston, "it's just possible, Aggy, that he may have something to say to it, isn't it?" "I don't mind what he says," declared Agatha. "Eh? Why, I thought you were so fond of him." "So I am." "And as you're going to marry him "I never said I was going to marry him. I only said he might be engaged to me, if he liked." "Oho! So this young Merceron " "Not at all, grandpapa.
Blunt were omitted, those of Lord Thrapston may well receive like treatment, more especially as they tended not to edification; but before his granddaughter had finished her story the old man had sworn softly four times and chuckled audibly twice. "I knew there was a girl in that temple, soon as Calder told me," said he. "But you didn't know who it was. Oh, and Calder doesn't?" "Not he.
That he was guilty of the former charge we may well doubt; but that he was, in the language of the time, "malignant," must be admitted, for all his family, including his brothers, Sir William Washington of Packington, and Sir John Washington of Thrapston, his nephew, Sir Henry Washington, and his nephew-in-law, William Legge, ancestor of the Earl of Dartmouth, were strongly on the side of the king.
The first Viscount Thrapston had been an eminent public character, and the second a respectable private person; the third had been neither. And yet there was some good in the third. He had loved his only son with a fondness rare to find; and for ten whole years, while the young man was between seventeen and twenty-seven, the old lord lived, for his sake, a life open to no reproach.
We find it recorded about 1805, however, that "the Thrapston Association for the Prevention of Felons in Northamptonshire have provided and trained a Bloodhound for the detection of sheep-stealers."
Agatha passed her hand across her brow; then she reread Calder's letter, and then Charlie's. Yes, there, was not the least doubt about it! Both of the gentlemen had well, what they had done did not admit of being put into tolerable words. With a little shriek, Agatha flung herself on the sofa. The door opened and Lord Thrapston entered. "Well, Aggy, what's the news?
"Oughtn't Sutton to have told me? Well, it's too late now because I've told half a dozen fellows." "But there's nothing to tell." "Well, I told it to old Thrapston you don't know him, do you? Cunningest old boy in London. Upon my honor, you know, I shouldn't like to be like old Thrapston, not when I was getting old, you know. He's too " "Well, what did he say?" asked Victor.
If so, it would be well not to start whenever one was mentioned. Charlie recovered himself. "I think you must mean a gargoyle," he said, wondering who this Agatha might be. "Of course I do. Fancy forgetting that! Gargoyle, of course. Well, old Thrapston said, 'I'll lay a guinea there was a woman in that dashed summer house, Calder, my boy." Victor Button's eyes lighted with a gleam,
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