The Ingoldsby legends : or, Mirth and marvels . again on all that country-side. Of the runaways nothing was ever certainly known. Aboat, the property of an old fisherman who plied his trade onthe outskirts of the town, had been seen to quit the bay thatnight; and there were those who declared that she had morehands on board than Garden and his son, her usual comple-ment; but as the gale came on, and the frail bark was THE LEECH OF FOLKESTONE. 110 eventually found keel upwards on the Goodwin Sands, it waspresumed that she had struck on that fatal quicksand in thedark, and that all on board had
The Ingoldsby legends : or, Mirth and marvels . again on all that country-side. Of the runaways nothing was ever certainly known. Aboat, the property of an old fisherman who plied his trade onthe outskirts of the town, had been seen to quit the bay thatnight; and there were those who declared that she had morehands on board than Garden and his son, her usual comple-ment; but as the gale came on, and the frail bark was THE LEECH OF FOLKESTONE. 110 eventually found keel upwards on the Goodwin Sands, it waspresumed that she had struck on that fatal quicksand in thedark, and that all on board had perished. Little Marian, whom her profligate mother had abandoned,grew up to be a fine girl, and a handsome. She became, more-over, heiress to Marston Hall, and brought the estate into theIngoldsby family by her marriage with one of its scions. Thus far Mrs. Botherby. It is a little singular that, on pulling down the old Hall inmy grandfathers time, a human skeleton was discovered amongthe rubbish; under what particular part of the building I. could never with any accuracy ascertain; but it was foundenveloped in a tattered cloth that seemed to have been oncea carpet, and which fell to pieces almost immediately on beingexposed to the air. The bones were perfect, but those of onehand were wanting; and the skull, perhaps from the laborerspickaxe, had received considerable injury; the worm-eatenstock of an old-fashioned pistol lay near, together with a rustypiece of iron which a workman, more sagacious than his fellows, 120 MRS. BOTHERBYS STORY. pronounced a portion of the lock ; but nothing was found whichthe utmost stretch of human ingenuity could twist into a portrait of the fair Marian hangs yet in the Gallery ofTappington; and near it is another, of a young man in theprime of life, which Mrs. Botherby affirms to be that of herfather. It exhibits a mild and rather melancholy countenance,with a high forehead, and the peaked beard and moustachesof the seventeenth centu
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