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The Wizard of West Penwith

Chapter 10 LOVE AND MYSTERY.

Word Count: 832    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

f love and constancy, and the hours passed pleasantly away. But sunshine will not last for ever, and the brighter the sunshine the darker will th

na, "what has caused

tual sympathy than either of us imagined. You have your secrets which you wish to discover,-I mean as to your mother's an

secrets,-for I fear the knowledge of them, whenever they are discovered, may

alter my love for you, dear Alrina! I have a secret too," continued he; "and mine is a terrible one-one that would terrify you, were I to tell you-and

lf; is your's a secret to be kept from me? are you afraid to trust me, too?"-and the poor girl burst into tears, and would n

l do you no good to know it, and it may prey on your sensitive mind too much, and therefore do more harm than good;

o his face with earnest love, as he related to her the tale of his father's adventure in the snow, and his accusation and acquittal for want of evidence. He told her also of h

s," said Alrina; "bad news flies fast enough. A thought stru

exclaimed Fre

ey generally go away satisfied; so I suppose he tells them what they require to know. He is gone to some distant part to-day, I believe, to cure some poor wretch who thinks he is ill-wished. Remember, I have no confidence in that

smiling; "and if I become a convert

d was living with their aunt, Mrs. Courland, who had returned to her old house again near Bristol,

ate, and sitting down again; and in the intensity of their love they neither of them saw that curious hea

bore that curious head away on its sh

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The Wizard of West Penwith
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“In writing my Cornish Tales I have always endeavoured to pourtray the Cornish character in all its native wit and humour, for which the genuine west-country miners are so proverbial. And I have generally taken for the foundation of my Stories incidents which have really happened in the localities wherein the actions of my little dramas have been laid. The scene of my present story is laid in the neighbourhood of the Land's-End, and most of the characters were well-known there in days gone by;-the names only being fictitious. The fall of the horse over the cliff is still in the remembrance of some old people in the neighbourhood; and the circumstance is related by the Guides who shew the beauties of the Land's-End scenery to strangers. The marks of the horse's hoofs in the grass at the edge of the cliff are preserved to this day. The Wizard (or Conjuror as he was called) was a notorious character at St. Just, some fifty years ago; and the horrid murder related in these pages; and the mistaken identity of the guilty parties are also veritable facts.”