Perlycross: A Tale of the Western Hills
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Blackmore Richard Doddridge. Perlycross: A Tale of the Western Hills
CHAPTER I. THE LAP OF PEACE
CHAPTER II. FAIRY FAITH
CHAPTER III. THE LYCH-GATE
CHAPTER IV. NICIE
CHAPTER V. A FAIR BARGAIN
CHAPTER VI. DOCTORS THREE
CHAPTER VII. R. I. P
CHAPTER VIII. THE POTATO-FIELD
CHAPTER IX. THE NARROW PATH
CHAPTER X. IN CHARGE
CHAPTER XI. AT THE CHARGE
CHAPTER XII. A FOOL'S ERRAND
CHAPTER XIII. THE LAW OF THE LAND
CHAPTER XIV. REASONING WITHOUT REASON
CHAPTER XV. FRIENDS AND FOES
CHAPTER XVI. LITTLE BILLY
CHAPTER XVII. CAMELIAS
CHAPTER XVIII. CONCUSSION
CHAPTER XIX. PERCUSSION
CHAPTER XX. DISCUSSION
CHAPTER XXI. BLACKMARSH
CHAPTER XXII. FIRESHIP AND GALLEON
CHAPTER XXIII. A MAGIC LETTER
CHAPTER XXIV. A WAGER
CHAPTER XXV. A SERMON IN STONE
CHAPTER XXVI. THE OLD MILL
CHAPTER XXVII. PANIC
CHAPTER XXVIII. VAGABONDS
CHAPTER XXIX. TWO PUZZLES
CHAPTER XXX. FRANKLY SPEAKING
CHAPTER XXXI. A GREAT PRIZE
CHAPTER XXXII. PLEADINGS
CHAPTER XXXIII. THE SCHOOLMASTER ABROAD
CHAPTER XXXIV. LOYALTY
CHAPTER XXXV. A WRESTLING BOUT
CHAPTER XXXVI. A FIGHTING BOUT
CHAPTER XXXVII. GENTLE AS A LAMB
CHAPTER XXXVIII. AN INLAND RUN
CHAPTER XXXIX. NEEDFUL RETURNS
CHAPTER XL. HOME AND FOREIGN
CHAPTER XLI. THE PRIDE OF LIFE
CHAPTER XLII. HIS LAST BIVOUAC
CHAPTER XLIII. TWO FINE LESSONS
CHAPTER XLIV. AND ONE STILL FINER
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Perlycross had started well on this, its greatest enterprise; every man was astonished at his neighbour's generosity, and with still better reason at his own. Mr. Penniloe's spirit rose above the solid necessity of repairs, and aspired to richer embellishment. That hideous gallery at the western end, which spoiled the tower entrance and obscured a fine window, should go into the fire at last; the noble arch of the chancel (which had been shored with timber braces) should be restored and reopened, and the blocked-up windows should again display their lovely carving. In the handsomest manner, Sir Thomas Waldron had sent him a cheque for five hundred pounds; which after all was only just, because the vaults of the Waldron race lay at the bottom of half the lapse. The Dean and Chapter of Exeter had contributed a hundred pounds; and the Rector another hundred; and the Curate's own father – an ancient clergyman in the north of Devon, with a tidy living and a plump estate – had gone as far as twenty pounds, for the honour of the family.
With this money in hand, and much more in hope, all present designs might well be compassed. But alas, a new temptation rose, very charming, and very costly. The Curate had long suspected that his favourite church had been endowed (like its smaller sister at Perlycombe) with a fair rood-screen; perhaps a fine one, worthy of the days, when men could carve. And now, when the heavy wooden gallery of Queen Anne's time had been removed, it happened that Sergeant Jakes, the schoolmaster, who had seen a great deal of old work in Spain, was minded to enquire into the bearings of the great bressemer at the back. He put his foot into a hole beneath it, where solid brickwork was supposed to be; but down went his foot into a lot of crumbling stuff, and being no more than a one-armed man, Mr. Jakes had a narrow escape of his neck. Luckily he clung with his one hand to a crossbeam still in position, and being of a very wiry frame – as all the school-children knew too well – was enabled to support himself, until a ladder was clapped to. Even then it was no easy thing to extricate his foot, wedged between two trefoils of sharply cut stone; and for more than a week it was beyond his power to bring any fugitive boy to justice. The Parson was sent for at once, and discovered the finest stone-screen in the diocese, removed from its place by a barbarous age, and plastered up in the great western wall.
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The two gentlemen were standing in the shadow of the lych-gate, as a shelter from the July sun, while the clergyman gazed with much alarm at the other, and gave the required promise. Dr. Gronow looked round, and then said in a low voice —
"Sir Thomas is a strong and temperate man, and has great powers of endurance. I hope most heartily that I may be wrong. But I am convinced that within three months, he will be lying upon this stone; while you with your surplice on are standing in that porch, waiting for the bearers to advance."
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