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CONTAINS A RECORD OF WHAT WAS FEARED, WHAT WAS HOPED, AND.
WHAT HAPPENED The Dame is at her thumps for attention to be called to 'the strangeness of it,' that a poor, small, sparse village, hardly above a hamlet, on the most unproductive of Kentish heights, part of old forest land, should at this period become 'the cynosure of a city beautifully named by the poet Great Augusta, and truly indeed the world's metropolis.' Put aside her artful pother to rouse excitement at stages of a narrative, London's general eye upon little Croridge was but another instance of the extraordinary and not so wonderful.

Lady Arpington, equal to a Parliament in herself, spoke of the place and the countess courted by her repentant lord.

Brailstone and Chumley Potts were town criers of the executioner letter each had received from the earl; Potts with his chatter of a suicide's pistol kept loaded in a case under a two-inch-long silver Cross, and with sundry dramatic taps on the forehead, Jottings over the breast, and awful grimace of devoutness.
There was no mistaking him.

The young nobleman of the millions was watched; the town spyglass had him in its orbit.