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"I do not quite say that, for it is many a long day since the coach was attacked between Newbury and Wancote; but rumour has been busy." "Ha!" cried Betty, sitting upright eagerly. "It is said that Wild Jack Barnstaple has been heard of in the neighbourhood." "Heaven help us!" shrieked Mary Jones. "Be calm, I entreat you, my dear madam, and have pity on my unfortunate toes!
Farther on something went wrong with the harness, and later still a much more serious impediment to their progress arose some accident happened to a wheel, so that the coach must needs go half-pace, in spite of the oaths of old Joe, the driver, whose boast it was that he had never reached Wancote later than midnight.
She was an excellent woman in her way, albeit somewhat given to terrors both real and fanciful. Her opposite neighbor was a man past the prime of life, owner and breeder of large herds of cattle near Wancote, a man who, after attending the Newbury markets, often returned home by this very coach, and was believed to carry large sums of money in the flap-pockets of his many-caped riding-coat. Mr.
"Have you had an accident? What's happened?" "Excuse my hat," said Lawrence with rather more than his habitual calm. "How lucky to have met you. There has been a shocking business up at Wancote. Perhaps you would take Miss Stafford home? She should be got to bed, I think." Mrs. Jack Bendish was not soon ruffled, nor for long. "Lift her in," she said.
It seems that an important paper had fallen into the possession of some individual here, convicting many well-known gentlemen about Wancote of loyalty to him that is over the sea, and Sir Harry Clare was to carry the paper to Newbury to-night. I warrant some not very distant friends of ours were shaking in their shoes."
Squire Thornton saw her bright color, and heard the old lively talk as of old, and thought how that time cures all things, and that perhaps in the days to come, his son might have a chance at last. About half way on their journey the little party was joined by two gentlemen who reached the highway by a cross-road; they lived far from the Wancote neighbourhood.
"But after all, to so weather-beaten a maid as myself, up and out in all seasons, a scorched cheek, more or less, signifies not; and Dame Martha works hard." "And had your father any news from Wancote?" "Yes, news indeed Belton has been taken!" "Taken?" "Hired or purchased by a gentleman of the name of Johnstone, whose arrival is expected hourly." "This is news indeed!
There was a confusion of metaphor, but words always failed the young fellow when he spoke of the lady who had already three times refused to be his wife. Then Dr. Glebe, the good doctor of Wancote, in a grey bag-wig and hunting-boots, would take a whole handful of snuff, while he swore that Mistress Betty was only at her best by a sick-bed.
It was while thus employed that Lawrence began to wonder what would have happened if Isabel had come to Wancote alone. She might have run away. But would she, while Ben was engaged in carpet-beating? Not she! Lawrence was not a fanciful man: but the red and grey remains of Clara Janaway would have set the visualizing faculty to work in the mind of a ploughboy.
"We will not recall it," she said hastily. "Let us think on more agreeable topics. My father rode into Wancote this morning, to stroll about the marketplace and hear the news." "And why did you not go?" "Because," answered Betty, "I have been making preserves the livelong day.
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