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The Salamanca Corpus: Yeoman Fleetwood (1900 ... - Gredos

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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salamanca</strong> <strong>Corpus</strong>: <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> (<strong>1900</strong>)<br />

which were chiefly remarkable for their size — his own greatness doubtless accounting<br />

for this preference. He had now actually found a New Star, the beauty of which was<br />

fresh to all beholders. After making merry for some time on the subject of Falling Stars,<br />

the writer ended with the hope that the Royal Enthusiast, who had hitherto studied<br />

astronomy chiefly by fits (F — z), though of late he had seemed to have more heart for’t<br />

(H — d), would now make no miss-take.<br />

<strong>The</strong> simple yeoman read the paper through, and looked at Mrs. Charnock in utter<br />

bewilderment.<br />

“It seems to me great nonsense," he said bluntly; "scurrilous nonsense, I have no doubt,<br />

but I do not understand a word of it."<br />

"What!” cried Madam impatiently, "surely the meaning is plain enough. England's hope<br />

and glory is, of course, the Prince — do they not speak of him here as the Royal<br />

Enthusiast? See, they allude to Mrs. Fitzherbert and Lady Hertford — the Prince of<br />

Wales, you know, is intimate with both these ladies — in fact, it is commonly said that<br />

Mrs. Fitzherbert is his true wife, as his marriage to her took place some years before that<br />

with Princess Caroline. And all this talk about a new star, a star with fresh beauty, a<br />

miss-take. Simon, Simon, my mind misgives me —why should this paper have been<br />

sent to me?"<br />

"Madam," cried Simon hotly, "I see that you fancy these insinuations are directed<br />

against your daughter. Good Heavens! do not you, at least, know her better?<br />

[327]<br />

She is as pure as she is proud, God bless her, and God forgive her!"<br />

“But why — why should the paper have been sent to me?" repeated the poor mother<br />

almost with a wail.<br />

"It may well, as you say, have been despatched by your nephew. Heaven pardon me if I<br />

wrong him, but I believe him to be capable of any malevolence. As for the Prince of<br />

Wales, his follies are notorious — his attentions, they tell me, are divided among many.<br />

Alas! I fear that the discovery of new stars is common enough to him — but Rachel is<br />

too high-minded to suffer him to take liberties with her."

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