The International Monthly, Volume 3, No. 3, June, 1851Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 3, No. 3, June, 1851
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
"Thirty or forty miles below Birmingham, where they entered the car in
which I was seated. At Birmingham I managed to avoid them."
Little more passed between us till we reached London. Sophia Clark
received her cousin at the Euston station, and was profuse of
felicitations and compliments upon her arrival and personal
appearance. After receiving a promise from Mary Kingsford to call and
take tea with my wife and her old playmate, on the following Sunday, I
handed the two young women into a cab in waiting, and they drove off.
I had not moved away from the spot when a voice, a few paces behind
me, which I thought I recognised, called out; "Quick, coachee, or
you'll lose sight of them!" As I turned quickly round, another cab
drove smartly off, which I followed at a run. I found, on reaching
Lower Seymour Street, that I was not mistaken as to the owner of the
voice, nor of his purpose. The fellow I had unwigged at Rugby thrust
his body half out of the cab window, and pointing to the vehicle which
contained the two girls, called out to the driver "to mind and make no
mistake." The man nodded intelligence, and lashed his horse into a
faster pace. Nothing that I might do could prevent the fellows from
ascertaining Mary Kingsford's place of abode; and as that was all
that, for the present at least, need be apprehended, I desisted from
pursuit, and bent my steps homewards.
Mary Kingsford kept her appointment on the Sunday, and in reply to our
questioning, said she liked her situation very well. Mr. and Mrs.
Morris were exceedingly kind to her; so was Sophia. "Her cousin," she
added in reply to a look which I could not repress, "was perhaps a
little gay and free of manner, but the best-hearted creature in the
world." The two fellows who had followed them had, I found, already
twice visited the shop; but their attentions appeared now to be
exclusively directed towards Sophia Clarke, whose vanity they not a
little gratified. The names they gave were Hartley and Simpson. So
entirely guileless and unsophisticated was the gentle country maiden,
that I saw she scarcely comprehended the hints and warnings which I
threw out. At parting, however, she made me a serious promise that she
would instantly apply to me should any difficulty or perplexity
overtake her.
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