The Manchester Rebels of the Fatal '45Ainsworth, William Harrison
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The Manchester Rebels of the Fatal '45
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Great Britain -- History -- George II, 1727-1760 -- Fiction; Jacobite Rebellion, 1745-1746 -- Fiction
Atherton was then ushered into the presence of two young ladies--one
of whom rose on his appearance and received him very courteously.
Could he believe his eyes? Yes! it must be the fair creature he had
seen on the previous night, who had made such a powerful impression
upon him. But if he had thought her beautiful then, how much more
exquisite did she appear now that her charming features could be fully
distinguished.
While bowing to the other young lady, whose name he had learnt from
the landlord, he felt equally sure that she had been Miss Rawcliffe's
companion on the previous night.
Monica Butler offered a strong contrast to her cousin--the one being a
brunette and the other a blonde. But each was charming in her
way--each set off the other. Constance's eyes were dark as night, and
her tresses of corresponding hue; while Monica's eyes were tender and
blue as a summer sky, and her locks fleecy as a summer cloud.
"I see you recognise us, Mr. Atherton Legh," said Miss Rawcliffe,
smiling. "It would be useless, therefore, to attempt any disguise. My
cousin, Monica Butler, and myself were talking to Colonel Townley when
you came up last night. He would fain have presented you to us, but I
would not allow him, for I did not think it quite proper that an
introduction should take place under such peculiar circumstances. As
you may naturally wonder why two young damsels should be abroad so
late, I will explain. Wishing to have Monica's company during my stay
at this inn, I went to fetch her, escorted by your friend Jemmy
Dawson. As we were coming back, we accidentally encountered Colonel
Townley near the Cross. All the rest you know."
"I am very agreeably surprised," said Atherton. "I have been dying to
know who you both were, for Colonel Townley refused to gratify my
curiosity."
"I am glad to find he obeyed my orders," observed Miss Rawcliffe,
smiling. "At that time I did not imagine I should ever see you again.
But this morning papa told me he had made an appointment with you at
noon. I ought to apologise for his absence--but you are rather before
your time."
"'Tis I who ought to apologise," said Atherton. "But I am the bearer
of a note to Sir Richard," he added, handing it to her. "'Tis from Dr.
Byrom, and I believe it contains matter of urgent importance. At all
events, Dr. Byrom requested me to deliver it without delay."
"I hope it contains good news," said Constance. "Pray take a seat. You
must please to await papa's return. He much wishes to see you; and I
may tell you he hopes to induce you to join the prince's army. We are
all ardent Jacobites, as you know, and anxious to obtain recruits. If
I had any influence with you I would urge you to enrol yourself in
Colonel Townley's regiment. Jemmy Dawson has just joined. Why not
follow his example?"
"I have already explained to Colonel Townley why it is impossible for
me to comply with his request."
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