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the apartments which had been allotted to her dur¬ 
ing the confiscation, saving to ramble in the ancient 
garden. 
Ellen Neville was too well versed in the changes 
which those stormy times produced, to be at all aston¬ 
ished at what had happened, for she knew that she but 
suffered as others had done who had fallen from their 
high estate ; and although in heart a staunch Royalist, 
she had heard so much said in praise of the young 
general—of his valor, his losses, the sacrifices he had 
several times made when he thought another would 
be injured by the offers made to him by parliament,— 
that such rumors at last almost seemed to reconcile 
her to her lot. Two or three ancient footpaths crossed 
the park, and led to distant villages in various direc¬ 
tions ; and by the time that another spring had deep¬ 
ened into summer, she had so far overcome her old 
scruples, that, through the entreaties of Phoebe and 
the persuasions of her old nurse, she now and then 
ventured out to walk forth into the park; and on one or 
two occasions had entered the spacious garden, which 
was endeared to her by a thousand memories, that 
recalled the happy days of her girlhood. The gardener 
was a young man, who, during the civil wars, had 
