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"
And
old
Sanctum
Sanctorum
was
truly
sorry
your
highness
came
not
back
,
"
said
Hendon
;
"
I
saw
it
in
his
face
.
"
"
Marry
I
will
never
doubt
that
!
"
said
the
King
--
and
then
told
his
own
story
;
after
which
,
Hendon
was
sorry
he
had
not
destroyed
the
archangel
.
During
the
last
day
of
the
trip
,
Hendon
's
spirits
were
soaring
.
His
tongue
ran
constantly
.
He
talked
about
his
old
father
,
and
his
brother
Arthur
,
and
told
of
many
things
which
illustrated
their
high
and
generous
characters
;
he
went
into
loving
frenzies
over
his
Edith
,
and
was
so
glad-hearted
that
he
was
even
able
to
say
some
gentle
and
brotherly
things
about
Hugh
.
He
dwelt
a
deal
on
the
coming
meeting
at
Hendon
Hall
;
what
a
surprise
it
would
be
to
everybody
,
and
what
an
outburst
of
thanksgiving
and
delight
there
would
be
.
It
was
a
fair
region
,
dotted
with
cottages
and
orchards
,
and
the
road
led
through
broad
pasture
lands
whose
receding
expanses
,
marked
with
gentle
elevations
and
depressions
,
suggested
the
swelling
and
subsiding
undulations
of
the
sea
.
In
the
afternoon
the
returning
prodigal
made
constant
deflections
from
his
course
to
see
if
by
ascending
some
hillock
he
might
not
pierce
the
distance
and
catch
a
glimpse
of
his
home
.
At
last
he
was
successful
,
and
cried
out
excitedly
--
"
There
is
the
village
,
my
Prince
,
and
there
is
the
Hall
close
by
!
You
may
see
the
towers
from
here
;
and
that
wood
there
--
that
is
my
father
's
park
.
Ah
,
now
thou
'
lt
know
what
state
and
grandeur
be
!
A
house
with
seventy
rooms
--
think
of
that
!
--
and
seven
and
twenty
servants
!
A
brave
lodging
for
such
as
we
,
is
it
not
so
?
Come
,
let
us
speed
--
my
impatience
will
not
brook
further
delay
.
"
All
possible
hurry
was
made
;
still
,
it
was
after
three
o'clock
before
the
village
was
reached
.
The
travellers
scampered
through
it
,
Hendon
's
tongue
going
all
the
time
.
"
Here
is
the
church
--
covered
with
the
same
ivy
--
none
gone
,
none
added
.
"
"
Yonder
is
the
inn
,
the
old
Red
Lion
,
--
and
yonder
is
the
market-place
.
"
"
Here
is
the
Maypole
,
and
here
the
pump
--
nothing
is
altered
;
nothing
but
the
people
,
at
any
rate
;
ten
years
make
a
change
in
people
;
some
of
these
I
seem
to
know
,
but
none
know
me
.
"
So
his
chat
ran
on
.
The
end
of
the
village
was
soon
reached
;
then
the
travellers
struck
into
a
crooked
,
narrow
road
,
walled
in
with
tall
hedges
,
and
hurried
briskly
along
it
for
half
a
mile
,
then
passed
into
a
vast
flower
garden
through
an
imposing
gateway
,
whose
huge
stone
pillars
bore
sculptured
armorial
devices
.
A
noble
mansion
was
before
them
.
"
Welcome
to
Hendon
Hall
,
my
King
!
"
exclaimed
Miles
.
"
Ah
,
'
tis
a
great
day
!
My
father
and
my
brother
,
and
the
Lady
Edith
will
be
so
mad
with
joy
that
they
will
have
eyes
and
tongue
for
none
but
me
in
the
first
transports
of
the
meeting
,
and
so
thou
'
lt
seem
but
coldly
welcomed
--
but
mind
it
not
;
'
twill
soon
seem
otherwise
;
for
when
I
say
thou
art
my
ward
,
and
tell
them
how
costly
is
my
love
for
thee
,
thou
'
lt
see
them
take
thee
to
their
breasts
for
Miles
Hendon
's
sake
,
and
make
their
house
and
hearts
thy
home
for
ever
after
!
"
The
next
moment
Hendon
sprang
to
the
ground
before
the
great
door
,
helped
the
King
down
,
then
took
him
by
the
hand
and
rushed
within
.
A
few
steps
brought
him
to
a
spacious
apartment
;
he
entered
,
seated
the
King
with
more
hurry
than
ceremony
,
then
ran
toward
a
young
man
who
sat
at
a
writing-table
in
front
of
a
generous
fire
of
logs
.
"
Embrace
me
,
Hugh
,
"
he
cried
,
"
and
say
thou
'
rt
glad
I
am
come
again
!
and
call
our
father
,
for
home
is
not
home
till
I
shall
touch
his
hand
,
and
see
his
face
,
and
hear
his
voice
once
more
!
"
