Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
In order to explain the reason of this unwonted condition of his
usually well-regulated mind, we must go back some few hours, and
relate the events of the morning. At his dinner-hour Jack had gone
with a bundle of mended boots and shoes to the village, by which name
were dignified the dozen or so of thatched and whitewashed cottages,
clustered under the brow of Bryn Afon, the old Castle Hill, which
loomed above the river and the tiny workshop. Though well content to
spend his working hours and solitary nights in his own lonely
dwelling, Jack was by no means averse to spending his meal-time hours
amongst his neighbours, either discussing political matters with John
Jones over the counter of the little shop which undertook to provide
the village with the common necessaries of life--each wrapped gratis
in the leaves of the most scurrilous and Puritanical of the little
grocer's chapel sermons--or speculating with a group of ever-curious
and never-satisfied spirits upon the nature of the mysterious curse
said to hang over the half-ruined castle on the hill. Perhaps the
dreary, monotonous roar of the wind and the waters, and the wild
weather generally, had touched a chord of romance in the rough hearts
of the villagers on this particular morning, for their converse
seemed unable to take any more cheerful and healthy tone than that of
the mysterious fortunes of the Bryn Afon family--at no time anything
but a depressing subject. "Times back it was a good old family, and
as well-kept a place as you could wish to see," said Evans the
miller. "So when I was a boy I was wont to hear my old grandfather
tell; not that it was so in his time whatever, but his
great-grandfather could mind the good old days well enough." "And
that reckoning brings us back to a matter of some three hundred years
ago," remarked Master Jones reflectively; "for your family, Master
Evans, has been a long-lived one these many generations. It would
seem verily that the house were haunted, from the curious sounds that
have been heard from within, and from the unwillingness of the family
to reside therein for the space of more than three or four days
together."
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