Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
"I don't believe in wizards or witches," answered Harry, "although
sometimes by chance their predictions may appear to be fulfilled; and we
should be foolish if we allowed the nonsense she talked to weigh on our
spirits. I am very sure that the thread of our lives will not be cut
shorter from anything she can do, and she certainly will not make me the
less willing to go afloat, and fight as readily as I should have done
had we not fallen in with her. She has evidently some dislike to the
name of Castleton, and hearing us mention it, vented her feelings by
trying to frighten us."
"Poor woman, she is perfectly mad. I am curious to learn who she is,"
observed Algernon. "Perhaps Groocock or some of the Hurlston people may
know."
Although the rain had moderated, the young men were nearly wet through
before they had made their way across the down; and instead of stopping
at Hurlston, as they had intended, they rode on to Texford.
In spite of the exercise he had taken, Algernon complained of the cold,
and Harry observed that he shivered several times. As he, however,
hurried to his room immediately on his arrival, and changed his wet
things, his brother hoped he would not suffer.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.
JULIA CASTLETON.
The party whom Miss Castleton had offered to escort round the--grounds
consisted of several ladies and gentlemen, most of them young, with the
exception of an old military officer, General Sampson, who, however, was
as active and gallant as the youngest, and a matronly dame, Mrs
Appleton, who went with the idea that a chaperone would be required on
the occasion.
As is not unfrequently the case under similar circumstances, the party
before long separated. The general and Mrs Appleton had sat down to
rest in a summer-house, while the rest of the party went on. The
chaperone, on discovering that they had got out of sight, started up,
and was hurrying forward to overtake them, when her bonnet, adorned with
huge bows, caught in a low hanging bough, and, to her horror, before she
could stop her progress, not only was it dragged off, but so was her
cap, and the wig she wore beneath. The general doing his utmost to
maintain his gravity hastened up to her assistance. At the same moment
three of the young ladies, with two of the gentlemen who had accompanied
them, having turned back appeared in sight, and hearing her cries
hastened towards her. The general, who was short of stature, though of
no small width, had, in the meantime, been in vain attempting to unhook
the bows from the branch.
"Let me, general, let me," exclaimed poor Mrs Appleton, who was tall
and thin; and she made an effort to extricate her bonnet.
While she was thus employed, leaving her bare head exposed, her
companions reached the spot, trying in vain to stifle their laughter.
By the exertions of a tall gentleman of the party, her bonnet was at
length set free, and with the assistance of the young ladies was, with
the wig and cap, replaced on her head.
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