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Title: "My merry Rockhurst"; being some episodes inn the life of Viscount Rockhurst, a friend of King Charles the Second,and at one time constable of His Majesty's tower of London
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Castle, Agnes, d. 1922 Castle, Egerton, 1858-1920
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Publisher: New York : Macmillan Co.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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ooked at his father speechlessly, with fiercedry eyes. Alas! Rockhurst went on stonily, she musteven be dead, stricken by the contagion — fallenat the street corner perchance, swept into thecommon pit as so many others! And yet, if shewere not dead— There is not a burning houseI pass but I fear she may be in the flames. Foodis as ashes, drink as gall upon my tongue. Andnow, with the presage of death upon me, I laythe hideous burden upon thee, my son, my inno-cent son! He stretched his hand. But, drawing back, thelatter turned a red glance upon him. And you let me believe her dead that morning —that morning ! I could have saved her ! He flunghis arms in the air and shook them; a terrible menaceon his face. God! he called, God — ! Rockhurst gave a loud cry : — My son, do not curse your father! The young mans arms dropped by his side. Helooked at the bent white head, at the countenanceworn, wan, patient; then he cast himself upon hisfathers breast, sobbing: — God help us all!
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Harry gave a deep groan, covered his face with his hands, and fell upon the bench. The Red Desolation 365 Night was falling apace. Father and son sat to-gether over the supper table. The meal, such as itwas, was over; each had made a pretence at eating,lest he add to the others burden. In silence Harryseyes ever sought his father, striving to reconcile theman he had known and reverenced above all man-hood with the man who had harmed him to theshattering of his life. Yet he could now find nothingin his heart but a deeper tenderness. Nay, as hegazed at the noble silvered head, the countenance,beautiful, diaphanous, it was with no jot of reverenceabated, rather a kind of awe added to a climbingapprehension. His own words of that terrible mo-ment of revelation rang in his ears as a tolling bell: Father! You are all I have left I At last he rose and went restlessly to the openwindow. When he looked up, there was the puresky overhead with a star or two, very peaceful;and when he looked fort

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