The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 179: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XV THE RAMBLE Mr. HAWKSHAW was seated with a friend at lunch, in one of the handsome apartments of his residence, and at about two o’clock on the day of which we are writing. This friend was Mr. Denison, and: they were conversing together upon a variety of topics, amongst which the presence of Edmund and his wife in Lincolnshire was included. ‘“T suppose you have heard,’’ said Denison, ‘ that Lord Saxondale and his bride came back to the castle a day or two ago?” ‘“ Yes,” answered Hawkshaw, “and by the bye, have you caught the rumour which is afloat, that Saxondale had been confined in a madhouse? ”’ “TI know that is true,’ responded Denison. ‘ A friend of mine, writing to me from London two or three weeks back, mentioned the circumstance, but it appears that he was not many days in confinement, and how he got liberated [ have not learned.”’ “Ah, it is a strange family—a strange family alto- vether! ’’ said Mr. Hawkshaw, shaking his head gloomily, as his thoughts at the moment specially reverted to the treacherous attempt of Juliana to inveigle him into a mar- riage, polluted and unchaste as she was. “Yes, it is singular,’’ observed Mr Denison, “ that every- thing unpleasant in connection with that family should have come out all at the same time. Here, within a few months, we have had extraordinary evidences of their profligacy or their folly. The mother exposed in respect to Mr. Deveril, and it being likewise tolerably certain that Lord Harold Staunton was her paramour; the deplorable affair in respect to Juliana, in which you, my dear friend, : 162 CONNIE NOOO KS (E(0)