"
"Come, Tom, let us hear who is the lucky youth?"
"Family saicrets," replied Tom, "is not to be rovaled. All I can say is,
that he is a true gentleman. Give me another blast o' the pipe, for I
must go home."
Tom, who was servant to Mr. Goodwin, having now taken his "blast,"
wished them good-night; but before he went he took the sorrowing widow's
cold and passive hand in his, and said, whilst the tears stood in his
eyes,
"May God in heaven pity you and support your heart, for you are the
sorely tried woman this miserable night!"
He then bent his steps to Beech Grove, his master's residence, the hour
being between twelve and one o'clock.
The night, as we have already said, had been calm, but gloomy and
oppressive. Now, however, the wind had sprung up, and, by the time
Kennedy commenced his journey home, it was not only tempestuous but
increasing in strength and fury every moment. This, however, was not
all;--the rain came down in torrents, and was battered against his
person with such force that in a few moments he was drenched to the
skin. So far, it was wind and rain--dreadful and tempestuous as they
were.
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