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"Oh, Sir Charles Davenant!" exclaimed Miss Walladmor, "do not allude to such considerations: any other than myself they might become; but not me, who have been indebted to him of whom we are speaking three times for my own life." The last words were almost inarticulate: her voice failed her from strong emotion; and she wept audibly.
"Sir Charles," interrupted Miss Walladmor, bursting into tears, "you know well that those, who have once lost their footing in the world's favor, and are become unfortunate, meet with but little tenderness or justice in the constructions or reports of any thing they may do. Every hand, it seems to me, is raised against a falling man.
" Something she would have added; but the door opened a little, and a voice impatiently called "Miss Walladmor! Miss Walladmor!" and in the next moment she and her attendant had glided inaudibly from the room, and the door was again barred outside with as little noise as possible.
After this, for some years he shut up himself from all society, except upon public occasions where he appeared but as an official or ceremonial person: but gradually the intreaties of his friends, and the claims of his rank, drew him back into the world: and then came his lovely niece, Miss Walladmor; and with her again came something like joy to Walladmor; though but for a season; for that joy also was overcast."
It's an old saying I'll grant, but it's a false one: grief will never be over at Walladmor: that's past all black men's healing!" "But, Mrs. Godber, will you not come with me to Griffith ap Gauvon;"
And instantly, with feelings no doubt such as could not have been remembered if she had ever had it in her power to speak of that moment, lady Walladmor uttered a piercing shriek and fell to the ground.
They had to consider the single question he had mentioned: if they thought that of no importance, they would find the prisoner guilty on all the counts in the indictment. Meantime, as it was beginning to grow dusk, Sir Morgan Walladmor was sitting in his library, and reviewing the case of Captain Nicholas.
There is no doubt that lady Walladmor had recollected some circumstance in the application made to her on behalf of Winifred Griffiths not understood or suspected at that time but suddenly interpreted to her by the event of the preceding night and too sadly interpreting that event.
"So, so?" said she laughing, "times are changed at Walladmor. A good deliverance, eh? What, good deliverance to a smuggler?" "Yes, Mrs. Godber, even to a smuggler who happens to need it; but Captain Nicholas is not a smuggler." "No, but he is worse: he has been a captain of smugglers, and he is a traitor." "Whether he is a traitor, we do not yet know, Mrs. Godber.
The stranger turned and locked the door; and then, without unmuffling himself, advanced towards Sir Morgan; who, on his part, was struck with some indistinct sense of awe as before a mysterious being but kept his seat without alarm. At a few paces from the table, the stranger paused; and said "Sir Morgan Walladmor!
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