Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
placing the ear as close as may be to the surface of the well, the
swishing sound of the wheel may be plainly heard." They stooped,
leaning their heads through the iron rails, over the top of the well,
and from far below heard clearly a faint, whispering sound in the
water's black depths, so distant that in the dead silence of the
ghostly corridor the ear could but just detect it. Primrose
shivered, and Lady Rosamond sprang up, exclaiming, "After that I have
had enough and will return home, Ivor, with all dutiful obedience. I
have experienced a horror sufficient to satisfy the most morbid
craving. Primrose, you are pale as death, and verily your 'each
particular hair'--and mine likewise--'doth stand on end,' as good
Master Shakespeare hath it. I doubt the wisdom of suffering you to
gaze upon this awful spot, child. Tell her a cheerful tale, Ivor, to
banish the thought from her mind, else will the vision of the
boatman's daughter haunt her to-night in her dreams. Poor old man, I
do verily pity him from my heart." "I am glad to have seen the
place," said Primrose, "for many a time I have thought upon her sad
fate, and have wondered if it could be true. Now I see it is but too
likely a fate to befall any rash wanderer in this gruesome darkness.
But I cannot forbear thinking that surely those left in charge of the
castle were much to blame for letting her by any means gain
possession of the key of this horrible place." "The housekeeper,
left in charge at the time of the sad occurrence, never recovered
from the shock," said Sir Ivor, "and her death was doubtless hastened
by the remorse from which she suffered for her carelessness. The
girl was however wild and wilful, and none will ever know where the
fault lay. I now keep the key ever about my own person, nor dream of
leaving it in the care of servants; but without so melancholy a
warning, I doubt that I should have been so careful over it, so that
I cannot too severely blame those before me for their seeming want of
thought. In my father's day the passage had not been long wholly
disused, and he was so well accustomed to allow myself and my
brothers to roam freely about it, that fear of the well had little
place in his mind. For our part, we were bold, lawless young
termagants, and having no mother to restrain us, did much as we
would, knowing scarce the name of fear. At the time of the accident
my father was abroad, and my brothers and myself at Oxford, where I
well remember the news reaching us, and our horror at such an event
having come to pass in our absence. I was myself, on my return home,
lowered into the well so far as the longest ropes would surfer me to
descend, but nought was at any time discovered of the poor girl's
remains, the bonnet caught on yon ledge of rock close to the well's
mouth being the only means of judging of her sad fate."
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