Captain Dallington, HIGHWAYMAN,
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SYNOPSIS OF INSTALMENTS I & 11. Ralph Kilbright, Sir John Kilbright’s eon and heir, bo displeased his father by refusing to marry Molly Oglethrope, a wealthy heiress, that' he is ordered to leave home. This he does, and while going over a waste heath sees a party of highway men on the road below, who have stopped a coach, and are plundering some jewel cases, while a lady is in the act of dancing a minuet with their leader, Adrian West. After allowing the coach to continue its journey, Dallington, captain of the band, and West, proceeded to an inn, the former puzzled over the likeness his companion bore to the lady 'witk whom h© had danced. Kalpn, witnessing this strange scene, calls at the inn, where he finds Adrian, and makes himself known, they having been schoolfellows. Meanwhile Dallington has ridden after the coach, which he learns belongs to Squire Wrenshaw, the lady in it being Isobel de Nogent, his widowed daughter. On hearing her history at an hostelry Dallington is convinced that Adrian is her son. CHAPTER Y. Adrian. Adrian and Kilbright had. instantly recognised one another as soon as the latter entered the room. Their greeting bad been hearty and affectionate. Then followed a pause while they silently noted the changes wrought by time. After some talk Ralpb asked, ‘ Have you supped ?’ ‘ Not yet.’ Adrian again sank into reverie. . , _ , , ‘ Faith ! I’ll see to it. Ralph went out, found the host, and gave his orders ; while at the same time be desired a bedchamber to be got ready for him. Going back to 'Adrian he found him still deep in thought. Ralph drew a chair close to his friend, so that their talk might not he overheard. ‘ I gather that you have quitted the Navy ; or are yon on leave ?’ Adrian laughed, and threw one slender leg over the other. ‘ Faith ! I’ve bidden adieu to the sea ; it disquieted me ; neither rations nor company were to my taste; besides, old friend, ’tis my intention to be my own master, no longer at the beck and call of any one. Vive la liberie ! I know you are of the same mind, dear old Ralph.’ 1 But—bow do you live ?’ Adrian’s handsome opened -with surprise. ‘You say you recognised me on the Heath ; well then you have seen the ‘ how.’ I tell you I like the royatering freedom of such exploits ; tis glorious, egad !’ He smoothed his dark hair with the air ot a coxcomb. ‘ That dance was the most charming experience ; ’twas a thing to dream of, but Lord, I’m struck sentimental. But see here, Ralph, you say you’re down on your luck, join us, my boy, at least till dear old Sir John comes to himself. I’il be your surety ; onr captain will he pleased to enrol you, and you’ll do me a service by joining us ; these fellows are not all to my taste. You’ll join us ?’ ‘You are not captain, then ‘ Lord, no!—our Captain’s name is Dallington, as fine a fellow as breathes ; I’ve known him some time. To-night, he made me act as Captain, to see how I should manage if called on at a pinch. Yon have not answered my question, old boy.’ Ralph smiled, and shook his head. ‘ You do not seriously mean it ? ‘ Dear old Parson Nuttley did not train ns with so much loving care that we might become thieves on the King’s Highway.’ Though he spoke gravely, his eyes looked tenderly at his friend. Adrian’s face flamed up ; he bit his lip and looked confused. ‘ You use cnrsed strong words,’ he said presently ; ‘ you want Dallington to school
By Katherine S. McQuoid, AUTHOR OP “PATTY,” “AT THE RED GLOVE,” BTC.
you. 'Pon ray life, you’ll change your note when you’ve heard him tell his adventures ; he’s a splendid fellow : just as good as Parson Nuttley and a finished gentleman besides. Listen, when 1 left my ship, left it Ralph, mind you, not only by my own wish, but because I was tormented beyond bearing for having neither father nor mother to tell about, I was friendless and homeless ; I know not what would have become of me without Dallington. I had turned into a miserable little inn near the coast, and there he found me, picked me up like a log of drift wood, a mere waif; he took to me at once, entirely on trust; he did not even ask my name ; he said face and figure vouched for my birth and breeding. Heavens, I wish I could but think so too!’ He flung his arms down on the table and hid bis face on them. Ralph sat lost in thought. Greatly troubled by these confidences, his boyish love for Adrian West had waimly rekindled; he resolved not to give the lad up to this new and evil influence; yet in his present position he was helpless to protect his friend. He felt he must go to work cautiously. At last he started up and placed himself between Adrian and the half-open lattice : ‘ Had I met yon yesterday, dear fellow, I would have asked you to come at once to Leek, but I have told yon what has chanced ; I was wrong in leaving home as I did, I can now see it ; I’ll write to my father, and I know he will forgive tee ; meantime let us both go to London, My mother had a far-off cousin there, a merchant, I think be had, a special liking for her. I remember when I was a boy he said I greatly favoured his cousin ; he also gave me a guinea. Listen to me, Adrian ; on that introduction I’m going to-morrow to London. I shall ask this worshipful kinsman to find me, and you also, some employment,’ ? ‘No, no, Ralph—’twill not suit me nor you either; egad, you must indeed be changed if you can prefer musty trade, with its sordid cares, to the gallant life I propose to you.’ Ralph was greatly moved, his back was towards the lattice, and his body hid it from his friend ; neither of them noticed any movement outside it, or suspected a hidden listener— Kilbright put a hand on bis young companion’s shoulder.g ‘ You’re unjust, Adrian, you know I wished to join the army, so that I might fight under our great |Duke, hut my father would not hear of it; he says lam all he has.’ “' Adrian laughed at this—- ‘ And yet he turns you out of doors!’ ‘ 1 believe that was only a fit of temper; my father is much older than when yon knew him, and is no longer helped by my mother’s gentle counsel. But that is not the matter in hand ; I like the idea of trade as little as you do, indeed I shrink from the confined plodding it requires, yet ’tis honest work, does not break the law or endanger the safety of her Majesty’s subjects ; look you, I only seek employment for a few weeks,’ Adrian again laughed heartily. ‘ Split me, Ralph, you should turn parson ; I mind me yon were leader in the old days, and did your full share of the mischief; ’ then with a smile, ‘We are loyal, d’ye know ; we spare her Majesty ; before I joined, onr fellows were in Bpping Forest, and they suffered the Queen’s coaches to pass by unharmed. ’Slife, but onr fellows made amends for their generosity by taking toll of those who jogged along later in the day.’
‘ Does it not occur to you that whenever you stop a coach, you put your neck in a halter ?’ Adrian snapped his fingers, ‘ A fico for that! I was not born for hanging.’ Then taking Ralph’s bands, he shook them heartily, and jumped up. ‘My dear boy, care killed a, cat! Death is certain for all of us ; if you’d bad your wish and gone to fight the French with my Lord Marlborough, you’d have chanced a bullet every day; only think of, the dull, dry drilling, forced marqhes, short rations, camping out all night in bitter weather. In our profession there are amenities. Faith !’—he brushed the soft, dark rings of curly hair from his forehead, ‘To-day has been chock full of enjoyment, crowned by this meeting with you.’ His voice sounded careless, but his eyes were full of feeling as he took his friend’s hand and gave it another hearty shake. ‘ The likness ends at death,’ Kilbright answered ; ‘as you say, a soldier fighting for his Queen and country, has as much chance of sudden, at any rate violent, death, as a —a highwayman, but the likeness ends there. How about afterwards ? Death will surely be more terrible to meet with a burdened conscience.’ Adrian began to sing a little French song, ending each verse with the refrain : “Vogue la galere.,’ ‘Choke me, my throat’s dry, he cried out, ‘ why the devil don’t they bring the supper P’ ‘ One more word,’ Ralph went on ; ‘ you used to talk to my mother about yours, the mother you could not remember. I have seen tears in my own mother’s eyes when she told us over and over again about your boyish longing for that sweet, unknown lady. Do you remember ? She used to say you would one day discover her.’ Adrian’s mood changed; he sank into a chair, looking utterly forlorn, his chin down on his lace cravat. ‘ Listen, Ralph, I thought I would not tell you, but you have conjured it out of me. You saw me dance that minuet on the Heath ; well, then, you wonder, as Dallington did, why I chose the elder lady as my partner instead of the young beauty in the corner, for she did not faint at once — not till we tied the men up and had done some nasty cursing. I fancy the sweet trembler thought her turn was coming next, eh ? You will say why did I choose the elder one ?’ ‘ 1 believe I did wonder about it, though the lady was very fair and full of grace ; but a good ten years older than you are.’ ‘ Faith, that’s what I cannot explain to myself or to you. It was a longing, as sudden as lightning, to look in that lady’s face ; to touch her hand ; to hear her speak ; then, almost in spite of myself, 1 asked if she would condescend to dance a minuet with me; I promised if she would do so to put some of the—the swag back in the cases.’ ‘ She looked a sweet lady,’ Ralph said thoughtfully. ‘ She looked heavenly,’ Adrian exclaimed. ‘I swear to yon that I could hardly keep from kneeling to her, and asking her to kiss my forehead. I longed to call her ‘ Mother.’ ’ There was silence. At last Ralph said: ‘ ’Tis strange indeed. Can you not learn who the lady is P It seemed to me I had already seen her.’ ‘ Dallington rode away on that quest. I love him, yet in this matter I would fain have been aided by you only; it seems rank sacrilege for outsiders to meddle in it. You have listened in old days to all my doubts and fears; Dallington knows I am an orphan, and that’s all.’ Ralph looked at his friend in wonder, he asked himself if some strange fate had brought about this meeting with the lady on the Heath ? He hardly knew e what to say; presently a thought came. ‘ Whether it be so or not, your mother must have been just such a lady.’ The young fellow stood gazing at him in delight, this softened mood had for the time being transformed
Adrian! Ralph want, on, ‘ Would .it apt grieve yonr mother to the soul, maybe break her heart outright, if she discovered that her sou wished to pass his life with thieves?* Adrian abruptly turned away, but he bo longer scoffed. Neither spoke for a while, then the young fellow said: ‘I promise you this, I’ll go quietly to bed after supper, and think over yonr words. To-morrow at breakfast, I’ll tell yon whether they’ve borne fruit.' Tbe clatter of feet and also of dishes stopped further discourse ; both the friends being hungry, they did full justice to the smoking capon decked with slices of broiled ham which was placed before them. The host himself brought in the dish, and placed it in front of Ralph who had ordered it; alter consulting with Adrian he refused ale, and ordered a bottle of the best wine the Inn could give them. The supper was a silent meal, both tbe friends being absorbed in their own reflections, Ralph could not rid his fancy of the picture made by the lovely fainting maiden, it enthralled him. She was far more beautiful than Esther Lee, the girl to whom his thoughts had turned when his father urged him to wed Mistress Oglethorpe ; the lovely damsel of to-night filled his imagination, and for the time blotted out all other memories. Ralph knew that he might marry anyone he chose, his father being far richer than was supposed, and of old descent; his mother too had come of a good and ancient stock, though her family bad lost their property in the Civil Wars, and had not been recompensed for their loyalty at the Restoration. Supper being removed, the landlord came in with a fresh bottle of wine; Ralph pointed to the one not yet emptied, and said they had all they wanted. Tbe landlord made a low bow, and asked pardon; he looked hard at Adrian as he said this wine bad been ordered by a gentleman just arrived, who proposed, with their leave, to drink it with the company ; with another bow to Adrian. * ’Tis the gentleman your worship waits for.’ He placed a third glass on the table as he spoke.’ ‘ Show the gentleman in,’ Adrian said. The host retired. ‘I bet a guinea, ’tis my friend, Captain Dallington,’ said Adrian. * Yon and I are old school friends, who met here and recognised one another,’ Ralph said significantly; ‘it will be better not to say I was on the heath.’ Adrian hesitated an instant, then be nodded : ‘ I take your meaning, have it as you will.’ Dallington came in with the easy grace of a man who has travelled and mixen in society. When Adrian introduced them, he bowed very courteously to Ralph, though just before, while he listened outside the lattice, he had cursed his officious folly. He professed himself delighted to meet Mr Kil bright, Ralph listened to the talk between the two highwaymen, and his heart sank with the conviction of Adrian’s infatuation for this dangerous -Mentor ; he could not, however, deny the man’s fascinating qualities, as he talked about the war with the French, and the exploits of the great Duke. Dallington plied his pupil with wine, and pressed it on Ralph, who, however, refused it. Suddenly the Captain said ; ‘ I have made inquiries concerning the lady you wot of,’ he glanced at Adrian; ‘ I know where she lives ; she is very shortly to change her name.’ ‘He turned to Ralph. ‘ Have you noted the starlight, sir ? If you are riding Londonwards, yon have a night to yonr mind. Ralph smiled ; the hint was obvious. He said, courteously, ‘ I pass the night here, and shall maybe have the
pleasure of seeing you io-morrow. .Dallington, however, had come to the end of his civility; he gave a brief hod, and drawing his chair close to Adrian’s side, began speaking to him in a low tone, so as not to be overheard. Ralph hesitated ; it was disastrous to give bis friend up without a strong effort to rescue him from this fatal influence, yet what could he do P He felt sure that by this time Adrian had drunk more of the potent wine than was good for him ; if he interfered there would probably be a quarrel. Presently in a louder tone, Dallington said : ‘ Before we sleep, my friend, I have much to confide to you, to you alone, mark me.’ He looked round slowly, till his eyes encountered Ralph’s to whom he sent an apologetic glance, as of excuse for what might appear a rudeness. Ralph went up to his friend, who sat leaning back, the picture of foolish satisfaction. ‘ Good-night!’ he said, ‘ we’ll meet then at early breakfast.’ Adrian jumped up, and heartily shook his hand. ‘Early breakfast.—All right.—-I’ll —l’ll soon follow; Split me I’m — I’m plaguy sleepy—can tell you.’ He sank back in his chair, and yawned when Ralph quitted the room. Dallington sat silent, watching the young fellow’s efforts to keep his eyes open.
CHAPTER VI. At Oyerlbt Court. A large brick house, much broader than its height, massive and unheautiful, except for the pleasant green hue of the slated roof seen above the parapet; its long, narrow windows were set rather far apart. The entrance door was not on this side, several of the lower windows, much taller than those above them, opened on to the broad, stoneflagged terrace, which extended along this front of the mansion, and ended in a flight of stone steps at either end. There was nothing picturesque about Overley Court; below the terrace wall was a well-kept, oval lawn, surrounded by a gravelled drive. At either end were thick shrubberies backed by woods, and in front, below a low wall, lay a stretch of rolling meadows, reaching to dark fir plantations which stayed the eyes from further excursion. Precise and irreproachable, the Court reflected the character of its owner, Mr Wrenshaw’a sheet anchors being respectability and honour, for which high qualities his family had borne an unsullied name from generation to generation. Madam Isobel de Nogent, the lady of the minuet, and Sir Harcourt Staunton, who had sat on the Heath with bound hands and feet, were walking up and down the terrace, talking very earnestly, as might be seen by their animated faces. His dress was in cut much like that worn now-a-days at Court, except that instead of velvet it was of claretcoloured. cloth, and the stockings, which met his knee-breeches, were black. His bead was uncovered, except by a profusion of his own grey hair. Not being a courtier, he eschewed the flowing wig, at that time a universal appendage. He looked younger than he was, the inward sunshine that characterised him freed him from the clouds of worry and = anxiety, which furrow foreheads and wrinkle corners of eyes and lips, however beautiful. He was fifty, but his blue eyes had still a frank, boyish expression, just now deepened into warm tenderness as he watched IsobeTs face. She looked a trifle less lovely than when she danced on the Heath, the flush of excitement had faded ; she was indeed pale, but her large dark eyes, her regular features, and the transparency of her complexion made her still extremely remarkable, especially as in the full light of the morning sunshine it was evident that art was
not used to beautify her ; this being a subject .on which Madam Wren* shaw differed from her step-daughter, who, she said, would greatly add to her charms if she powdered her hair and used the cosmetics a la mode. Presently Isobel looked up and gave her companion a sweet but perplexed glance. 1 Tones sometimes tell more than words do, you speak jestingly, yet there is pain in your voice, dearest; is it true that what happened last night caused you real uneasiness ?’ Her eyes raised to his were full of sweet contrition. He flushed, then taking the hand nearest him, he kissed it, and drew it under his arm. ‘ Pardon me, sweet one, I was an angry fool, I could not help the vexation that came naturally, and 1 am not answerable for it; but I grieve that I allowed it to appear. Let me make excuse, my Isobel. You do not love me as 1 love you, but even loving me as you do, far beyond my deserts, could you look on unmoved if you saw me clasp the hand of a stranger, and fasten my eyes on her face as though it were dear to me ?’ Warm colour glowed on Isobel’s fair face, her dark eyes were full of feeling, ‘My poor darling,’ she said tenderly, and pressed her free hand on his arm, ‘ did you think that ? My face must have lied ; yet— ’ She waited, then added in a lower voice, ‘ Come to the cedar, will you not ? I meant to tell you something after our marriage, now you must be told at once. Who knows that my heart did not speak truly in my eyes ?’ They walked to the end of the terrace, on the right, then descended the stone steps, and seated themselves on a bench beneath the large sheltering cedar-tree, which darkened this end of the house, and stained the flag stones below it a venerable green. * Now listen, dear Harcourt. Last night when the coach stopped, and I saw those masked men, I was startled; you sprang out among them, and I was full of fear for you. Then the young fellow threw open the door, and asked me to dance with him. ‘ Grant this favour, lady/ he said, ‘ and no hat m shall happen to anyone.’ I looked out, saw you sitting, your hands tied behind you, and guarded by two men with pistols in their hands. I therefore consented to the proposal; my one idea was to free you as quickly as I could. Did you note, that, half-way in the minuet, my partner removed his mask ? Later on he replaced it, but meanwhile, I had seen a face that brought back to me heart-sick memories. She bent forward, and hid her face on his shoulder, while his arm slid round her. ‘ Dear one,’ she went on, ‘ this tormenting thought seldom leaves me; oft-times I have questioned my father, but to no purpose. When I promised to be your wife, I told him I must confide to you my secret; this made him angry; he said I must be silent till we were wedded, and when I demurred, he promised he would tell you himself that which I wished. Has he told you P It is something that happened to me years ago-—’ Sir Harcourt did not answer for a minute, she looked up in surprise. ‘Mr Wrenshaw has told me only that which is known to every one, that you had been married,’ he said gravely. *Ah !’ Sir Harcourt thought she shivered, and indeed the shock of doubt and alarm caused by his words had given her a sudden suspicion of her father. Then she hung her head, and a deep blush rose on her face. ‘ You do not know that—that I gave birth to a child, who died soon after ?’ He bent down and kissed her. ‘ That must have been a sore trial,’ he said gently; her excitement puzzled him. Her eyes glowed as she looked up at him. * Do not think me crazed, I believe that my boy lives ; I believe that last night I danced with him on the
Heath ; can you wonder then if my heart spoke in my eyes ?’ She leaned against him, and wept without restraint. Sir Harcourt dearly loved her, and this confidence touched him as a—proof of real affection, but though his arm dressed her yet more closely, his true love created so intense a sympathy that he did not intrude a word of comfort. When she ceased to weep, he kissed her and thanked her ; whispering tender words of blessings to eome, which brought bright blushes to her cheek. She presently raised her head, and looked cautiously round ; she smiled when she recognised the complete shelter of the cedar boughs. * Now, will yon help me to discover this ?’ She looked so imploringly that he could not crush her hopes, he could not refuse. His better judgment argued that the child was probably dead, and that the woman he loved so dearly would be wiser to give op a hope which seemed from her own words to rest on no solid foundation. Was it likely, he thought that an act of concealment had been committed by Mr Wreoshaw, exemplary in every way a pattern landlord and father, a man who, if he would have relinquished his love for a country life and its pursuits, could more than once have had a post at Court, offered him by his long-time friend, Lord Godolphin. No—no the squire was not a man to do evil, in order that good might come of it, whatever cause of offence might have been given by Isobel’s husband. ‘ How can I help you, darling ?’ he said, tenderly. He told himself their marriage day was now so near, that any action in the matter mnst be postponed, and postponement was one of his failings. She caught his hand between hers, and held it clasped. ‘ Yon will question father to-day before yon leave; watch bis face as he answers you. Remember, dearest, that it father did this thing, be did it from mistaken love for me. The poor soul thought my marriage was a fraud, and that if a child came it would prove a shame and a disgrace; yon must tell him what we think. You will speak of the likeness I saw i the other evening. Would to heaven someone else had also seen it! Irene was, 1 fear, unconscious when he unmasked ; no one else was near enough to note his face.’ ‘ Surely Deborah was on that side the coach, she was nearer the highwayman than your sister was, Deborah did not lose her wits.’ JLsohel looked wistful. ‘ I did not count on Deb, because I eaw what you could not see, one of the men silenced the outcry she made, by showing her his huge pistol. The poor woman looked distracted with alarm, she was also shocked at my performance, yet she may have noted my partner’s face. Will yon question her yourself, dear, before you see father ?’ ' Sir Harcourt hesitated, the whole affair was to him unreal and impossible ; he knew that if the devoted old servant suspected her Mistress’s wish that she should find a likeness in the young highwayman’s face, the likeness would be found. 4 Shall we go in ?’ he said, ‘ there are still some points to be decided before the day that will be the happiest of my life; come, Isobel, I begin to hope that yon also mean to be happy.’ They had risen as he spoke, he bent over her till his lips were close to her forehead, but she drew back her head with so sweet a smile that he kissed her lips instead. They walked slowly to the steps, and mounted them hand in hand. They thought themselves alone, and truly while they sat under the cedar houghs, they had been screened from sight, though the indistinct murmur of their voices reached the ears of two men hidden in the shrubbery behind the tree. Captain Dallington and Adrian West had watched there nearly an hour. The Captain never shrank from eavesdropping, he maintained that only a fool would give up so
easy and certain a means of checkmating an adversary’s tactics ; he had, however, found it very difficult to keep Adrian quietly beside him. Last night, as he listened below the lattice of the inn, he had seen the need of at once separating his pupil from this Mr Kilbright. At the same time he recognised that the separation must be effected with ease and apparent courtesy to Adrian’s friend. Soon after daybreak he went to the lad’s chamber, roused him, and bid him rise without noise so as not to disturb Mr Kilbright. Safe in the landlord’s private room, during an abundant breakfast, he invited the young fellow to accompany him to the home of the lady with whom be had danced the minuet. They would see her, be said, and then return to the inn. Adrian was delighted ; his passionate longing to see (bis fair woman for whom he had felt.such a sadden and warm affection, made him for the time set Ralph’s claims aside. He bade the landlord tell the gentleman upstairs he would shortly rejoin him at the inn. The Captain had already warned the host that the stranger was not one of 4 them,’ and that he mast not give any message ; he was to say the two other guests had left their adieux and regrets sudden business compelled their instant departure. In the morning light, with his previous knowledge of the place, it had been easy to Dallington to make a long circuit and afterwards, when they had left their horses at a wayside alehouse, to approach Overley Court through the wood. On seeing the pair of lovers come out from under the cedar, Adrian advanced towards the terrace, still under cover of the large laurel bushes. Dallington grasped his arm. ‘ Keep quiet, or you’ll lose her, and be yourself laid by the heels.’ But as he spoke Sir Harcourt §nd the lady, still hand in hand, went up the steps and indoors by one of the long open windows. Adrian stood with his eyes bent on the ground* his hands tightly clasped together; an expression of bitter disappointment clouded his bright ex-' pectant face. Suddenly becoming aware of Dallington’s scrutiny, he looked up, threw back his head with a haughty expression, and moved away as though to return to the wood. ‘ Whither now ?’ the Captain asked, ‘ I thought you were still in hot baste to behold the lady. Is she not the same, think you ?’ ‘ She is the same woman we saw last night, but she is not the creation which I now see was my own fancy.’ * I do not take you,’ I mean that this is a woman full of girlish grace; she has not been a wife or a mother; let us go, lam in haste to find Ralph Kilbright.’ Dallington did not intend to pass on to Adrian the news he had gleaned, and the inference be had drawn at the Pelican in the Wilderness ; he knew the impulsive boy too well to trust his judgement; even with that amount of certainty Adrian would insist on seeing his mother privately, and would implore her to acknowhim. Dallington intended this to happen eventually, hub he also meant to be prime factor in the recognition, and to reap therefrom a substantial reward. Moreover, the manipulation of such an intrigue greatly attracted him, and he felt sure he could handle it adroitly. He put his hafad lightly on Adrian’s shoulder. ■ We will certainly go back, my boy to your friend; he will doubtless wish to see you again, before he goes on to London ’ —then he raised his finger and looked towards the farther end of the terrace —‘ do not move,’ he whispered. Adrian followed his glance —then he became pale, as he stood stupefied behind a mass of evergreens. (To be Continued.)
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Southern Cross, Volume 11, Issue 52, 26 March 1904, Page 13
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