"Why--the old owl--and his own bad conscience. He might talk big,
but he didn't half like going against poor father. Thank God! He
has saved His own, and that's over!"
CHAPTER XV.
A TABLE OF LOVE IN THE WILDERNESS.
"Yet along the Church's sky
Stars are scattered, pure and high;
Yet her wasted gardens bear
Autumn violets, sweet and rare,
Relics of a Spring-time clear,
Earnests of a bright New Year." KEBLE
No more was heard or seen of Jephthah, or of Captain Venn's troop.
The garrison within Bristol was small and unenterprising, and in
point of fact the war was over. News travelled slowly, but Stead
picked up scraps at Bristol, by which he understood that things
looked very bad for the King. Moreover, Sir George Elmwood died of
his wounds; poor old Lady Elmwood did not long survive him, and the
estate, which had been left to her for her life, was sequestrated by
the Parliament, and redeemed by the next heir after Sir George, so
that there was an exchange of the Lord of the Manor.
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