Helbeck of Bannisdale — Volume II by Mrs. Humphry Ward
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She raised her shoulders. "I wouldn't learn it if I could do without it! But you Catholics are bred upon it." "We are the children of the Church," he said gently. "And it is her tongue." She made no answer, and he talked of something else immediately. As they crossed the little footbridge he drew her attention to the deep pool on the further side, above which was built the wooden platform, where Laura had held her May tryst with Mason. "Did I ever tell you the story of my great-grandfather drowning in that pool?" "What, the drinking and gambling gentleman?" "Yes, poor wretch! He had half killed his wife, and ruined the property--so it was time. He was otter hunting--there is an otter hole still, half-way down that bank. Somehow or other he came to the top of the crag alone, probably not sober. The river was in flood; and his poor wife, sitting on one of those rock seats with her needlework and her books, heard the shouts of the huntsmen--helped to draw him out and to carry him home. Do you see that little beach?"--he pointed to a break in the rocky bank. "It was there--so tradition says--that he lay upon her knee, she wailing over him. And in three months she too was gone." Laura turned away. |
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