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Tom Tusher, who was of Emanuel College, and was by this time a junior soph, came to wait upon my lord, and to take Harry under his protection; and comfortable rooms being provided for him in the great court close by the gate, and near to the famous Mr.
"This, Harry, is Castlewood church," says Mr. Holt, "and this is the pillar thereof, learned Dr. Tusher. Take off your hat, sirrah, and salute Dr. Tusher!"
It was while Dr. Tusher was away at Salisbury that there came a troop of dragoons with orange scarfs, and quartered in Castlewood, and some of them came up to the Hall, where they took possession, robbing nothing however beyond the hen-house and the beer-cellar: and only insisting upon going through the house and looking for papers.
Thomas Tusher, that has just been made a curate and whose mother was a waiting-maid." And she tossed out of the room, being in one of her flighty humors then. When she was gone, my lady looked so sad and grave, that Harry asked the cause of her disquietude.
Lady Isabella was in prison, his patron was dead, Father Holt was gone, he knew not where, Tom Tusher was far away. To whom could he turn now for comradeship? He remembered to his dying day the thoughts and tears of that long night was there any child in the whole world so unprotected as he?
"But to wait my sister's death, at least, is a drawback?" "Offer me ten thousand pounds, Madam Tusher, and then we will see!" cries Maria. "I have not so much money in the world, Maria," said the old lady. "Then, madam, let me make what I can for myself!" says Maria. "Ah, if he heard you?" "Apres? I have his word. I know he will keep it.
At its approach not only the beautiful, but the strongest were alarmed, and those fled who could. One day in the year 1694 Dr. Tusher ran into Castlewood House with a face of consternation, saying that the malady had made its appearance in the village, that a child at the Inn was down with the smallpox.
Tusher was one of the officiants, and read from the eagle in an authoritative voice, and a great black periwig; and in the stalls, still in her black widow's hood, sat Esmond's dear mistress, her son by her side, very much grown, and indeed a noble-looking youth, with his mother's eyes, and his father's curling brown hair, that fell over his point de Venise a pretty picture such as Van Dyck might have painted.
"'Tis true they are a comfort and a help to him when attainable, and to be administered with hope of good. If your ladyship or his lordship, my excellent good friend and patron, were to take it . . ." "God forbid!" cried my lord. "Amen," continued Dr. Tusher.
Doctor Tusher and the lady's-maid, his spouse, had a boy who was about the age of little Esmond; and there was such a friendship between the lads, as propinquity and tolerable kindness and good-humor on either side would be pretty sure to occasion.
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