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she advanced。
Eustace thrust her back。
〃No！ better bear it； I deserve itdevils！ I deserve it！ On board； or we shall all be lostWilliam Cary is close behind me！〃
And at that news the boat was thrust into the sea； faster than ever it went before； and only in time； for it was but just round the rocks； and out of sight； when the rattle of Cary's horsehoofs was heard above。
〃That rascal of Mr。 Leigh's will catch it now； the Popish villain！〃 said Lucy Passmore； aloud。 〃You lie still there； dear life； and settle your sperrits； you'm so safe as ever was rabbit to burrow。 I'll see what happens； if I die for it！〃 And so saying； she squeezed herself up through a cleft to a higher ledge； from whence she could see what passed in the valley。
〃There mun is！ in the meadow； trying to catch the horses！ There comes Mr。 Cary！ Goodness； Father； how a rid'th！ he's over wall already！ Ron； Jack！ ron then！ A'll get to the river！ No； a wain't！ Goodness； Father！ There's Mr。 Cary cotched mun！ A's down； a's down！〃
〃Is he dead？〃 asked Rose； shuddering。
〃Iss； fegs； dead as nits！ and Mr。 Cary off his horse； standing overthwart mun！ No； a bain't！ A's up now。 Suspose he was hit wi' the flat。 Whatever is Mr。 Cary tu？ Telling wi' mun； a bit。 Oh dear； dear； dear！〃
〃Has he killed him？〃 cried poor Rose。
〃No； fegs； no！ kecking mun； kecking mun； so hard as ever was futeball！ Goodness； Father； who did ever？ If a haven't kecked mun right into river； and got on mun's horse and rod away！〃
And so saying； down she came again。
〃And now then； my dear life； us be better to goo hoom and get you sommat warm。 You'm mortal cold； I rackon； by now。 I was cruel fear'd for ye： but I kept mun off clever； didn't I； now？〃
〃I wishI wish I had not seen Mr。 Leigh's face！〃
〃Iss； dreadful； weren't it； poor young soul； a sad night for his poor mother！〃
〃Lucy； I can't get his face out of my mind。 I'm sure he overlooked me。〃
〃Oh then！ who ever heard the like o' that？ When young gentlemen do overlook young ladies； tain't thikketheor aways； I knoo。 Never you think on it。〃
〃But I can't help thinking of it；〃 said Rose。 〃Stop。 Shall we go home yet？ Where's that servant？〃
〃Never mind； he wain't see us； here under the hill。 I'd much sooner to know where my old man was。 I've a sort of a forecasting in my inwards； like； as I always has when aught's gwain to happen； as though I shuldn't zee mun again； like； I have； miss。 Wellhe was a bedient old soul； after all； he was。 Goodness； Father！ and all this while us have forgot the very thing us come about！ Who did you see？〃
〃Only that face！〃 said Rose； shuddering。
〃Not in the glass； maid？ Say then； not in the glass？〃
〃Would to heaven it had been！ Lucy； what if he were the man I was fated to〃
〃He？ Why； he's a praste； a Popish praste； that can't marry if he would； poor wratch。〃
〃He is none； and I have cause enough to know it！〃 And； for want of a better confidant； Rose poured into the willing ears of her companion the whole story of yesterday's meeting。
〃He's a pretty wooer！〃 said Lucy at last； contemptuously。 〃Be a brave maid； then； be a brave maid； and never terrify yourself with his unlucky face。 It's because there was none here worthy of ye； that ye seed none in glass。 Maybe he's to be a foreigner； from over seas； and that's why his sperit was so long a coming。 A duke； or a prince to the least； I'll warrant； he'll be； that carries off the Rose of Bideford。〃
But in spite of all the good dame's flattery； Rose could not wipe that fierce face away from her eyeballs。 She reached home safely； and crept to bed undiscovered： and when the next morning； as was to be expected； found her laid up with something very like a fever； from excitement； terror； and cold； the phantom grew stronger and stronger before her； and it required all her woman's tact and self… restraint to avoid betraying by her exclamations what had happened on that fantastic night。 After a fortnight's weakness； however； she recovered and went back to Bideford： but ere she arrived there； Amyas was far across the seas on his way to Milford Haven； as shall be told in the ensuing chapters。
CHAPTER VII
THE TRUE AND TRAGICAL HISTORY OF MR。 JOHN OXENHAM OF PLYMOUTH
〃The fair breeze blew； the white foam flew； The furrow follow'd free； We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea。〃
The Ancient Mariner。
It was too late and too dark last night to see the old house at Stow。 We will look round us； then； this bright October day； while Sir Richard and Amyas； about eleven o'clock in the forenoon； are pacing up and down the terraced garden to the south。 Amyas has slept till luncheon； i。 e。 till an hour ago： but Sir Richard； in spite of the bustle of last night； was up and in the valley by six o'clock； recreating the valiant souls of himself and two terrier dogs by the chase of sundry badgers。
Old Stow House stands； or rather stood； some four miles beyond the Cornish border； on the northern slope of the largest and loveliest of those combes of which I spoke in the last chapter。 Eighty years after Sir Richard's time there arose there a huge Palladian pile； bedizened with every monstrosity of bad taste； which was built； so the story runs； by Charles the Second； for Sir Richard's great… grandson； the heir of that famous Sir Bevil who defeated the Parliamentary troops at Stratton； and died soon after； fighting valiantly at Lansdowne over Bath。 But； like most other things which owed their existence to the Stuarts； it rose only to fall again。 An old man who had seen； as a boy； the foundation of the new house laid； lived to see it pulled down again； and the very bricks and timber sold upon the spot； and since then the stables have become a farm…house； the tennis…court a sheep…cote； the great quadrangle a rick…yard； and civilization； spreading wave on wave so fast elsewhere； has surged back from that lonely corner of the landlet us hope； only for a while。
But I am not writing of that great new Stow House； of the past glories whereof quaint pictures still hang in the neighboring houses； nor of that famed Sir Bevil； most beautiful and gallant of his generation； on whom； with his grandfather Sir Richard； old Prince has his pompous epigram
〃Where next shall famous Grenvil's ashes stand？ Thy grandsire fills the sea； and thou the land。〃
I have to deal with a simpler age； and a sterner generation； and with the old house； which had stood there； in part at least； from gray and mythic ages； when the first Sir Richard； son of Hamon Dentatus； Lord of Carboyle； the grandson of Duke Robert； son of Rou； settled at Bideford； after slaying the Prince of South…Galis； and the Lord of Glamorgan； and gave to the Cistercian monks of Neath all his conquests in South Wales。 It was a huge rambling building； half castle； half dwelling…house； such as may be seen still （almost an unique specimen） in Compton Castle near Torquay； the dwelling…place of Humphrey Gilbert； Walter Raleigh's half… brother； and Richard Grenville's bosom friend； of whom more hereafter。 On three sides； to the north； west； and south； the lofty walls of th