. Historic fields and mansions of Middlesex. h. This man, who wished to degrade thepretty French girl to the position of his mistress, had pushedhis importunities so far that at last the girl had obtained a dis-guise, and, watching her opportunity, saddled her masters horseand fled. The man, with a warrant and an officer, was, as wehave seen, close upon her track. At break of day the officer returned from the town with achirurgeon and a clergyman. The examination of the man ofmedicine left no room for hope, and he gave place to the manof God. Consciousness returns for a moment to the bruisedan
. Historic fields and mansions of Middlesex. h. This man, who wished to degrade thepretty French girl to the position of his mistress, had pushedhis importunities so far that at last the girl had obtained a dis-guise, and, watching her opportunity, saddled her masters horseand fled. The man, with a warrant and an officer, was, as wehave seen, close upon her track. At break of day the officer returned from the town with achirurgeon and a clergyman. The examination of the man ofmedicine left no room for hope, and he gave place to the manof God. Consciousness returns for a moment to the bruisedand bleeding Wynne. Powerless to move, his eyes turn to thebedside, where stands, in her proper attire, the object of hisfatal passion, bitterly weeping, and holding a crucifix in herhands. The morning sun gilds the old mill with touches aTurner could not reproduce. His rays fall aslant the farm-house, and penetrate through the little diamond panes withinthe chamber, where a stricken group stand hushed and awe-struck in the presence of THE PLANTATION AT MYSTIC SIDE. 119 CHAPTEE YI. THE PLANTATION AT MYSTIC SIDE. Come pass about the bowl to me;A liealth to our distressed king. AS you approach Medford by the Old Boston Eoad, yousee at your left hand, standing on a rise of ground nothalf a mile out of the village, a mansion so strongly markedwith the evidences of a decayed magnificence that your atten-tion is at once arrested, and you will not proceed without anearer view of an object which has so justly excited yourinterest, or awakened, perhaps, a mere transient curiosity. Whatever the motive which leads you to thread the broadavenue that leads up to the entrance door, our word for it youwill not depart with regret that your footsteps have strayed toits portal. Built by a West-Indian nabob, inhabited by onewhose character and history have been for a hundred years apuzzle to historians, — a man full of strange oaths, the veryprince of egotists, and yet not without claim t
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