"
"There are dogs, young and old, large and small, in the kennels; so
far do I know, and no more."
"I fear, then, I must wait till his return," replied Edward.
"I will speak to my father," replied the young girl, "if you will wait
one moment."
In a minute or two the girl returned, saying that her father begged
that he would walk in, and he would speak with him. Edward bowed, and
followed the young girl, who led the way to a room, in which was
seated a man dressed after the fashion of the Roundheads of the day.
His steeple-crowned hat lay on the chair, with his sword beneath it.
He was sitting at a table covered with papers.
"Here is the youth, father," said the girl; and having said this, she
crossed the room and took a seat by the side of the fire. The man, or
we should rather say gentleman--for he had the appearance of one,
notwithstanding the somber and peculiar dress he wore, continued to
read a letter which he had just opened; and Edward, who feared himself
the prisoner of a Roundhead, when he only expected to meet a keeper,
was further irritated by the neglect shown toward him by the party.
Forgetting that he was, by his own assertion, not Edward Beverley, but
the relative of one Jacob Armitage, he colored up with anger as he
stood at the door.
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