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His father had died meanwhile, so he quietly assumed the mastership at Lantrig, nursed his failing mother tenderly until her death, and then married one of the Triggs of Mullyon, of whom was born my father, Ezekiel Trenoweth. I have hinted, what I fear is but the truth, that my grandfather had led a hot and riotous youth, fearing neither God, man, nor devil.
As he spoke I seemed to see again that yellow face, those awful, soulless eyes, and hear her laugh as she gazed down from the box upon my dying love. "Ah, beauty goes. It went for ever on that day when Amos Trenoweth spat in her face and taunted her as she clung to the body of her husband.
Above her head stands a white stone with the simple words, "In memory of C. L., died Dec. 23rd, 1863. 'Love is strong as death." The folk at Polkimbra have many a fable about this grave, but if pressed will shake their heads sagely and refer you to "Master Trenoweth up yonder at Lantrig. Folks say she was a play-actor and he loved her.
There was a world of self-reproach in her speech, and again she would have withdrawn her hand and gone. "One moment," said I, hoarsely. "Will you can you tell me your name?" There was a demure smile on her face as the moon kissed it, and "They call me Claire," she said. "Claire," I murmured, half to myself. "And yours?" she asked. "Jasper Jasper Trenoweth." "Then good-bye, Mr. Jasper Trenoweth.
"I replied that I should be greatly obliged; but, in the first place, as a stranger, would count it a favour to be told of some decent lodging for such time as I should be detained in Bombay. "Mr. Sanderson pondered again, tapped the floor with his foot, pulled his short crop of sandy whiskers, and said "'Our business may detain us, for aught I know, long into the night, Mr. Trenoweth.
I cried, "she was Janet Railton Claire Luttrell; and you murdered her father as you say Amos Trenoweth murdered yours." "Right," he answered coolly. "Quite right. Oh, the arts by which I enticed that man to drink and then to crime! Even now I could sit and laugh over them by the hour.
"'Quick, Trenoweth! never mind me. I've got the main artery torn to pieces and can't last many more minutes but quick for the captain's cabin and get the guns. They'll be down presently, as soon as they've finished up there. "Opening the door and telling Mrs.
"But wait a moment and let me parcel it out into sentences. I should not like you to miss any of its meaning. Listen again." He divided the writing up thus: "Start at full moon. End South Point 27 feet N.N.W. 22 feet W. of Ring. North Side. 4 feet 6 inches deep at point of meeting. Low water 1.5 hours." "You still seem puzzled, Mr. Trenoweth. Very well, I will even go on to explain further.
As his eyes met the writing, his hand dropped, and he sank back a very picture of amazement in his chair. "My God!" "What's the matter?" "It's your father's handwriting!" I looked at this last witness cast up by the sea and read, "The Journal of Ezekiel Trenoweth, of Lantrig." It was indeed my father's Journal, thus miraculously preserved to us from the sea.
Thames runs swiftly when it has a corpse for cargo. Oho! "At his red, red lips the merrymaid sips For the kiss that his sweetheart stole, my lads Sing ho! for the bell shall toll! "I'm afraid no bell will toll for you, Mr. Trenoweth; not yet awhile at any rate. Not till your sweetheart is weary of waiting "And the devil has got his due, my lads Sing ho! but he waits for you!
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