With a view to raise recruits for his
corps, the warlike woollen-draper started for Lancashire, under the colour of a
journey on business. When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room,
The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb;
The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground,
But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found. What a frightened fool he was!
If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had
forgotten his. Blue haze had settled beyond the
black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet
that began the night sky. But the
lady was not so easily won; and though she did not absolutely reject him, gave
him very slight hopes. Consider you’ve got resources
deposited with me. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. He drew her to him with his hands upon her waist. The tourist season would soon be at ebb,
and it would be late in September before the tide returned. Beneath the
shelf, containing these books, hung the fine old ballad of 'St.
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