The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 233: what you’re looking at

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216 REYNOLDS’ WORKS he said; and sustaining the young nobleman with one arm, he held his horse’s bridle in the other, in which manner they proceeded in the direction of the castellated mansion. “Oh, Adelaide! Adelaide!’’ murmured Edmund, thus forcing himself to continue his lamentations, “ who could have foreseen this? ”’ | ‘“ How did it happen?” asked the squire, gently and hes- itatingly, and displaying all that delicacy with which one fears to probe a deep wound just inflicted. ‘“ Her foot slipped, — she was walking a few paces in front of me, — and in a moment the water hid her from my view. I plunged in — alas, it was vain! I could not swim — my own life was nearly lost. Would to Heaven I had died with her! ’’ ‘““My lord,’ answered Hawkshaw, gravely, “ there are calamities which are sent to try us in this world, and which, though deep and terrible, must nevertheless be borne.” Hdmund stopped short, covered his face with his hands, and appeared to sob violently, so that the squire had the utmost difficulty in persuading him to resume his way to the castle; or at least 1t seemed as if there were all this difficulty, and so far as Hawkshaw was concerned, it was precisely the same thing. At length, after several halts and fresh out- bursts of grief, more than half-simulated, but still partially arising from remorse, the castellated mansion was reached, when horror and dismay were quickly diffused throughout the household on hearing what had happened. Hawkshaw told the tale, and thus here again, as with himself in the first instance, not the shghtest suspicion of foul play was enter- tained. Edmund was hurried up to his own chamber, dis- apparelled by his valets, and put to bed, while Hawkshaw, accompanied by several of the servants, provided with ma- terials for dragging the river, returned to the spot where the tragedy had taken place. A groom, mounted on a fleet horse, sped to Gainsborough to procure medical assistance for Lord Saxondale, whom Hawkshaw reported to have been himself half-drowned, and whose condition seemed deplorable indeed. In about a couple of hours a physician was in attendance. He adminstered what he considered necessary, and reported to the domestics that though their master’s system had sus- tained a terrific shock, there was no danger of fatal results. After remaining some time with Edmund, he took his leave, CONNIE OO KS (E(0)