In the Wars of the Roses eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 223 pages of information about In the Wars of the Roses.

In the Wars of the Roses eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 223 pages of information about In the Wars of the Roses.

The Prior shook his head somewhat as Jack explained how he wished to wed the daughter of the chief of the crew; but when the lover pleaded his cause with all the eloquence at his command, and painted in piteous words the misery the gentle girl had endured in the midst of her unhallowed surroundings, the kind-hearted ecclesiastic relented, and forthwith despatched Brother Lawrence to examine and counsel the maid, hear her confession, and absolve her from her offences, and then, if all seemed well, to perform the rite of betrothal, which was almost as binding as the marriage service itself, and generally preceded it by a few weeks or months, as the case might be.  So Jack rode off in high feather, and talked so unceasingly of his Eva the whole way to the farm, that the good brother was almost convinced beforehand of the virtue and devotion of the maid, and was willing enough a few hours later to join their hands in troth plight.  After that, unless the father were prepared to draw upon himself the fulminations of the Church, he could not lay claim to his daughter, or try to give her in wedlock to another.  Her place was now with her betrothed’s kindred, where she would remain until the marriage ceremony itself took place, and made her indeed the daughter of the farm.

Meantime Paul lay for a while sorely sick, and was tended with motherly devotion by good Mistress Devenish, who learned to love him almost as a son.  Hardy and tough as he was, the fatigue and suffering he had undergone had broken him down, and a fever set in which for a time made them fear for his very life.  But his hardy constitution triumphed over the foe, and in a week’s time from the night he first set foot across the threshold of Figeon’s Farm he was held to be out of danger, though excessively weak and ill.

During the long nights when his hostess had watched beside him, thinking that he was either unconscious or delirious, Paul had seen and heard more than she knew.  He had heard her read, as if to herself, strange and beautiful words from a book upon her knee—­words that had seemed full of peace and light and comfort, and which had sunk into his weary brain with strangely soothing power.  Some of these same words were not quite unfamiliar to him—­at least he knew their equivalents in the Latin tongue; but somehow when spoken thus in the language of everyday life, they came home to him with tenfold greater force, whilst some of the sweetest and deepest and most comforting words were altogether new to him.

And as his strength revived, Paul’s anxiety to hear more of such words grew with it; and one forenoon, as his nurse sat beside him with her busy needle flying, he looked up at her and said, “You do not read out of the book any more, and I would fain hear those wonderful words again.”

“I knew not that you had ever heard.”

“Yes, I heard much, and it seemed to ease my pain and give me happy thoughts.  It is a beautiful and a goodly book.  May I not hear more?”

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