Janita's cross . rds were singing in the apple-treebranches, and the canary twittering in his cageoutside the window; where ]Miss Hepzibah wasskimming s\Tup to preserve her apricots, andAbigail was scouring pans in the back that day Bessie went about her work asusual, a little paler and quieter than before, butpolishing spoons and washing up glasses andwaiting at table quite as well as ever. In Hepzibah thought better than ever, for nowthe girl wasnt always breaking off work to run tothat window that looked out into the square, andnever loitered on her errands, or got i
Janita's cross . rds were singing in the apple-treebranches, and the canary twittering in his cageoutside the window; where ]Miss Hepzibah wasskimming s\Tup to preserve her apricots, andAbigail was scouring pans in the back that day Bessie went about her work asusual, a little paler and quieter than before, butpolishing spoons and washing up glasses andwaiting at table quite as well as ever. In Hepzibah thought better than ever, for nowthe girl wasnt always breaking off work to run tothat window that looked out into the square, andnever loitered on her errands, or got into badtempers with the plain cook. And Roy waited patiently in his prison cell, andday by day the November Assizes drew nearer, noone kno^^ing whether or not at their close thescaffold would be put up outside the gaol walls,and the death bell rung whilst a gaping multitudefeasted their eyes upon the ghastly paraphernaliaof execution, and watched the dying throes of thehangqians victim. VOL. III. G 82 CHAPTER v^illage of Meadowthorpe soon y| went back to its usual sedate 10: habits, after Noellines weddingS^iS-feSS tlay. The free seats, which hadbeen removed to allow the bridal procession to passup the church aisle, were replaced. The festivegarlands, which poor Roy had helped to arrange,were torn down, and the props cut up for triumphal arches at the Hall and churchgates, those arches whose gay devices had costBen Eoylands garden its choicest dahlias andgeraniums, were pulled to pieces, and the flowersbesomed into Meadowthorpe dyke, whose slowcurrent floated them in process of time to And there the little boys fished themout Avith sticks, after which they were carriedhome and stuck into glass bottles, and plaged as JANITA S CROSS. 83 ornaments in the dingy windows of the dingy backstreets of that dingy old city. Ahnost before the last laurel festoon had faded,or the bridal bouquets lost all their fragrance, thatsad affair of poor Monks was quite fo
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