An hour later, going down the street in the dusk of the storm, I ran against Dr.
Lawrence Bohun.

"Don't stop me!" he panted.

"The Italian doctor is away in the woods gathering simples, and they found my Lord Carnal in a fit among the graves, half an hour agone." My lord was bled, and the next morning went hunting.
The lady whom I had married abode with me in the minister's house, held her head high, and looked the world in the face.

She seldom went from home, but when she did take the air it was with pomp and circumstance.
When that slender figure and exquisite face, set off by as rich apparel as could be bought from a store of finery brought in by the Southampton, and attended by a turbaned negress and a serving man who had been to the wars, and had escaped the wheel by the skin of his teeth, appeared in the street, small wonder if a greater commotion arose than had been since the days of the Princess Pocahontas and her train of dusky beauties.

To this fairer, more imperial dame gold lace doffed its hat and made its courtliest bow, and young planters bent to their saddlebows, while the common folk nudged and stared and had their say.