and fasting fetch them back into decent Englishmen; the abomination of

desolation would be set up over their doorways, and the scarlet woman of

Babylon would revel in their sanctuaries.

"Now don't let none of us be in no hurry," Captain Tugwell said, after

dwelling and sleeping upon this form of doctrine; "a man knoweth his own

trade the best, the very same way as the parson doth. And I never knew

no good to come of any hurry. Our lives are given us by the Lord. And He

never would 'a made 'em threescore and ten, or for men of any strength

fourscore, if His will had been to jerk us over them. Never did I see no

Frenchman as could be turned to an Englishman, not if he was to fast and

pray all day, and cut himself with knives at the going down of the sun.

My opinion is that Parson Twemlow were touched up by his own conscience

for having a nephew more French than English; and 'Caryl Carne' is the

name thereof, with more French than English sound to it."

"Why, he have been gone for years and years," said the landlord of the

Darling Arms, where the village was holding council; "he have never

been seen in these parts since the death of the last Squire Carne, to my

knowledge."

"And what did the old Squire die of, John Prater? Not that he were to be

called old--younger, I dare say, than I be now. What did he die of, but

marrying with a long outlandish 'ooman? A femmel as couldn't speak a

word of English, to be anyhow sure of her meaning! Ah, them was bad

times at Carne Castle; and as nice a place as need be then, until they

dipped the property. Six grey horses they were used to go with to London

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