He looked more like a smuggler or a sailor than an
agricultural labourer, and his skin was bronzed by long exposure to the
weather.
"She's Sir Oswald's widow," answered one of the bystanders; "she's his
widow, more shame for her! It was she that brought him to his death,
with her disgraceful goings-on."
The man who spoke was a Raynham tradesman.
"What goings-on?" asked the tramp, eagerly. "I'm a stranger in these
parts, and don't know anything about yonder funeral."
"More's the pity," replied the tradesman. "Everybody ought to know the
story of that fine madam, who just passed us by in her carriage. It
might serve as a warning for honest men not to be led away by a pretty
face. That white-faced woman yonder is Lady Eversleigh. Nobody knows
who she was, or where she came from, before Sir Oswald brought her home
here. She hadn't been home a month before she ran away from her husband
with a young foreigner. She repented her wickedness before she'd got
very far, and begged and prayed to be took back again, and vowed and
declared that she'd been lured away by a villain; and that it was all a
mistake. That's how I've heard the story from the servants, and one and
another. But Sir Oswald would not speak to her, and she would have been
turned out of doors if it hadn't been for an old friend of his.
However, the end of her wickedness was that Sir Oswald poisoned
himself, as every one knows.
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