Consequently it might be though that
there was no romance in Cowfold. There could not be a greater
mistake. The history of every boy or girl of ordinary make is one of
robbery, murder, imprisonment, death sentence, filing of chains,
scaling of prison walls, recapture, scaffold, reprieve, poison, and
pistols; the difference between such a history and that in the
authorised versions being merely circumstantial. The garden of Eden,
the murder of Cain, the deluge, the salvation of Noah, the exodus
from Egypt, David and Bathsheba, with the murder of Uriah, the
Assyrian invasion, the Incarnation, the Atonement, and the
Resurrection from the Dead; to say nothing of the Decline and Fall of
the Roman Empire, the tragedy of Count Cenci, the execution of Mary
Queen of Scots, the Inquisition in Spain, and Revolt of the
Netherlands, all happened in Cowfold, as well as elsewhere, and were
perhaps more interesting there because they could be studied in
detail and the records were authentic.
Church Street, Cowfold--that is to say, the street in which the
church stood--was tolerably broad going east and west, so that the
sun shone full on the white window-frames and red brick of Mr.
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