Towers in the Mist by Goudge Elizabeth

Author:Goudge, Elizabeth [Goudge, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Christian faith, inspirational books, Christian fiction, Elizabeth Goudge, Christian books, historical fiction
Publisher: Hendrickson Publishers
Published: 2015-06-30T16:00:00+00:00

5.

From Merton they walked to Oriel. At this point Philip usually took the visiting relative up Shidyard Street to High Street, and so to Saint Mary’s, but Uncle Leicester knew Oxford as well as Philip did, and anyhow, with Aunt Amy buried in Saint Mary’s, one couldn’t very well go there. . . . He stood for a moment on one leg and wondered what on earth to do next with Uncle Leicester. . . . The question was decided by the sudden appearance of Giles and Faithful from the gateway of Canterbury Inn. Emerging at the double they all but ran into the Chancellor, retreating only just in time in a paroxysm of bows.

Philip presented them to his uncle as two of his best friends and the Chancellor regarded the younger of them with growing horror. Giles was passable as a friend for his nephew but this ugly, flap-eared, shabby boy, with the huge head and no breeding at all, was impossible, utterly impossible. Really Philip should be more careful where he bestowed his favor. He seemed to have no sense at all of what was due to his position. Uncle Leicester had had occasion to speak of this to him before, and it seemed he would have to do so again. . . . While chatting to the two boys with kindly condescension he fixed Faithful with a cold and fishy eye.

Faithful withdrew a little behind Giles and looked down at his feet. The thoughts that passed through the Chancellor’s mind were quite clear to him and he was too ashamed to lift his eyes. As he stood there he could actually feel his head swelling out and his ears getting larger and his clothes shabbier. His shoes, he suddenly noticed, had two slits in the leather, and as he looked at them the slits widened to gaping, mocking mouths. . . . You are ugly, they said, you are hideously ugly. Your father was a thief and your mother was a slut out of the streets whom he did not bother to marry. You will never tell anyone that, but it is true. Why don’t you go back to the gutter, where you belong? What are you doing, masquerading as a gentleman in the streets of Oxford?. . . If Faithful could have moved he would have run away, but his feet were so busy laughing at him that they would not take him.

“And where are you boys off to?” inquired the Chancellor genially.

“To a verse reading, sir,” replied Giles, “in Walter Raleigh’s room at Oriel.”

“Is it permissible for an old fogey such as myself to come too?” inquired the Chancellor. In the full flush of his splendid prime as he was, thirty-three years old and looking less, it delighted him to refer to himself as an old fogey and to watch the vehement denials that sprang into the eyes of his companions. And he liked the companionship of the admiring young. Even though their admiration might

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