Griffith Gaunt; or, Jealousy: Volumes 1 to 3 (of 3)Reade, Charles
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Griffith Gaunt; or, Jealousy: Volumes 1 to 3 (of 3)
Reade, Charles
Bigamy -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century
She retired to rest directly after supper; for she was thoroughly worn
out. And the moment she rose to go, her father bounced up, and lighted
the bed candle for her with novel fervor, and kissed her on the cheek,
and said in her ear,--"Good night, my Lady Neville."
CHAPTER VIII
What with, the day's excitement, and a sweet secluded convent in lier
soul, and a bullet in her bosom, and a ringing in her ear, that sounded
mighty like "Lady Neville! Lady Neville! Lady Neville!" Kate spent a
restless night, and woke with a bad headache.
She sent her maid to excuse her, on this score, from going to Bolton
Hall. But she was informed in reply that the carriage had been got
ready expressly for her; so she must be good enough to shake off
disease and go: the air would do her a deal more good than lying abed.
Thereupon she dressed herself in her black silk gown, and came down,
looking pale and languid, but still quite lovely enough to discharge
what in this age of cant I suppose we should call "her Mission;"
_videlicet_, to set honest men by the ears.
At half-past eight o'clock the carriage came round to the front door.
Its body, all glorious with the Peyton armorials, and with patches of
rusty gilding, swung exceedingly loose on long leathern straps instead
of springs, and the fore-wheels were a mile from the hind-wheels; more
or less. A pretentious and horrible engine; drawn by four horses; only,
two of them being ponies impaired the symmetry and majestic beauty of
the pageant. Old Joe drove the wheelers; his boy rode the leaders;
and every now and then got oft and kicked them in the pits of their
stomachs, or pierced them with hedge-stakes, to rouse their mettle.
Thus encouraged and stimulated, they effected an average of four miles
and a half per hour, notwithstanding the snow, and reached Bolton just
in time. At the lodge, Francis got out, and lay in ambush. But only
for a time. He did not think it orthodox to be present at a religious
ceremony of his Protestant friends: nor common-sense-o-dox to turn his
back upon their dinner.
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