The Mysterious Wanderer, Vol. III: A Novel in Three VolumesReeve, Sophia
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The Mysterious Wanderer, Vol. III: A Novel in Three Volumes
Reeve, Sophia
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"I was beginning to recover my tranquillity, when the appearance of Mr.
Talton drove me from your protection:--of my subsequent rencounter with
the smugglers, I have already informed you. After my escape from them, I
worked my passage to Cardigan; where, anxious to see my aunt and Eliza,
I proceeded immediately for the Parsonage, secure, as I thought, in my
sailor's habit. The appearance of Mallet drove me to the cottage of
Owen, who informed me of the report circulated of my death, and that
you, Mr. Talton, had previously to your going to Holland, in my mother's
name, demanded of Mrs. Blond, the back rents of the lands, my father
had attached to the Parsonage, and which my mother had already torn from
her possession."
"'I now,' said Mr. Talton, 'take shame to myself for the action, to
which I was instigated by Lady Corbet, who informed me, Mrs. Blond had
in her house a woman the late Sir Henry had kept previously to his
marriage, and on whom he had since lavished immense sums; that, to
reward Blond for affording her his countenance, he had allowed him the
free rent of the lands; likewise, that she suspected Mrs. Blond was
endeavouring to inveigle you, Sir Henry, into a marriage with her
daughter. I cannot say this account agreed with the characters I ever
received of Mr. and Mrs. Blond; but such was my affection for your
mother, that I still retained the opinion she had impressed me with. She
did not, she said, want the money; but being certain they were the
instigators of your elopement, she wished to have them removed to a
greater distance, but knew no other means to effect it, without exposing
the conduct of the late Sir Henry, which she would willingly avoid. On
going to the parsonage, I was introduced to a lady I had never before
seen: the beauty of her face and figure, added to the extreme shyness
and embarrassment with which she received me, induced me to think she
was the mistress your mother had mentioned; and I am sorry to say, I
behaved to her with a harshness and severity, I am now convinced she
did not deserve; but I should sooner have discredited the evidence of my
senses, than the word of your mother; and scarcely, indeed, can I
believe them, in the discovery this day has afforded! But, I beg pardon,
Sir Henry; pray proceed.'"
"Alarmed at the intelligence I received," continued Sir Henry, "I
hastened to the Parsonage, and found it deserted by all but Mary, who
confirmed the truth of old Owen's report: and that, on the news arriving
of my death, they had been obliged to fly, as Mallet had threatened to
send them to gaol. Mary wept as she gave me the relation of their
distress, and at last said--'Ah! Sir Henry, would to Heaven you had
never left the Hall; for I heard old Thomas tell my Lady, if you had
staid, and thought of the pannel, all had been well; they should not now
have had to regret your death, or been unjustly driven on a merciless
world, to seek their maintenance.'
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