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Updated: May 23, 2025
'I was only looking for a kingfisher's nest: indeed now, I was, Paul Tregarva. 'Don't lie, you were setting night-lines. I saw a minnow lie on the bank as I came up. Don't lie; I hate liars. 'Well indeed, then a man must live somehow. 'You don't seem to live by this trade, my friend, quoth Lancelot; 'I cannot say it seems a prosperous business, by the look of your coat and trousers.
'He'll only beat her all the more when he getteth home. 'She has stood that every Saturday night for the last seven years, to my knowledge, said Tregarva; 'and worse, too, at times. 'Good God! is there no escape for her from her tyrant? 'No, sir.
And yet, think what you do. It is a fearful journey. They who travel it, even as they came naked out of their mother's womb even as they return thither, and carry nothing with them of all which they have gotten in this life, so must those who travel to my land. 'What? Tregarva? Is he, too, to give up all?
And yet I have brought Lancelot, at least perhaps Tregarva too to a conclusion, and an all-important one, which whoso reads may find fairly printed in these pages. Henceforth his life must begin anew. Were I to carry on the thread of his story continuously he would still seem to have overleaped as vast a gulf as if I had re- introduced him as a gray-haired man.
You will hear them talk of it to-night, sir, if you've luck. 'We all expect a change, for that matter, said Lancelot. 'That feeling is common to all classes and parties just now. Tregarva took off his hat. "For the word of the Lord hath spoken it." Do you know, sir, I long at times that I did agree with those Chartists? If I did, I'd turn lecturer to-morrow. How a man could speak out then!
Let him try to right somewhat of the doubt, confusion, custom-worship, inconsistency, idolatry, within him some of the greed, bigotry, recklessness, respectably superstitious atheism around him; and perhaps before his new task is finished, Lancelot and Tregarva may have returned with a message, if not for him for that depends upon him having ears to hear it yet possibly for strong Lord Minchampstead, probably for good Lord Vieuxbois, and surely for the sinners and the slaves of Whitford Priors.
'It is enough, he said. 'Come with me; Tregarva waits for us near. Again I warn you; you will hear nothing new; you shall only see what you, and all around you, have known and not done, known and done. We have no peculiar doctrines or systems; the old creeds are enough for us.
In a moment the huge form of Tregarva plunged solemnly into the water, with a splash like seven salmon, and Mops was jerked out over the colonel's head high and dry on to the bridge. 'You'll be drowned, at least! shouted the colonel, with an oath of Uncle Toby's own. Tregarva saw his danger, made one desperate bound upward, and missed the bridge.
She rose, walked quietly back along the beam, passed Argemone and Lancelot without seeing them, and firmly but hurriedly led the way round the pool-side. Before they arrived at the bank, the colonel had carried Tregarva to it. Lancelot and two or three workmen, whom his cries had attracted, lifted the body on to the meadow.
As soon as Lancelot could leave the Priory, he hastened home to find Tregarva. The keeper had packed up all his small possessions and brought them down to Lower Whitford, through which the London coach passed. He was determined to go to London and seek his fortune.
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