HOME TO WYVERN.
When a sick man dies he leaves his bed and his physic. His best friend asks him not to stay, and sweetheart and kindred concur in putting him out of doors, to lie in a bed of clay, under the sky, come frost, or storm, or rain; a dumb outcast from fireside, tankard, and even the talk of others.
Tall Charles Fairfield, of the blue eyes, was, in due course, robed in his strange white suit, boxed up and screwed down, with a plated inscription over his cold breast, recounting his Christian and surnames, and the tale of his years.
If from that serene slumber, he could have been called again, the loud and exceeding bitter cry, the wild farewell of his poor little Ally, would have wakened him; but her loving Ry, her hero, slept on, with the unearthly light on his face till the coffin-lid hid it, and in the morning the athlete passed downstairs on men's shoulders, a
I was disappointed in part three ( of three) of this gothic sensation novel. Alot of the plot in this volume was padded with meaningless dialogue by "colorful" country characters. ( The unending country sayings used by these characters were quite annoying.) After jumping ahead in time eleven years, the plot goes from dragging to speedily wrapped up, with a happy ending for most of the characters. This is not Le Fanu's best book.