The royalist, to show his respect for their authority, made his kitchen wench squeak a defiance from an upper window, from which she bolted with great rapidity as soon as she had thus represented the valor of the establishment, and when next seen it was in the cellar, wedged in between two barrels of beer.

The men went at it hammer and tongs, and in twenty-four hours a good many cannon-balls traversed the building, a great many stuck in the walls like plums in a Christmas pudding, the doors were blown in with petards, and the principal defenders, with a few wounded Roundheads, were carried off to Cromwell himself; whilst the house itself was fired, and blazed away merrily.
Cromwell threatened the royalist gentleman with death for defending an untenable place.
"I didn't know it was untenable," said the gentleman.

"How could I till I had tried ?" "You had the fate of fortified places to instruct you," said Cromwell, and he promised faithfully to hang him on his own ruins.
The gentleman turned pale and his lips quivered, but he said, "Well, Mr.
Cromwell, I've fought for my royal master according to my lights, and I can die for him." "You shall, sir," said Mr.Cromwell.
About next morning Mr.Cromwell, who had often a cool fit after a hot one, and was a very big man, take him altogether, gave a different order.
"The fool thought he was doing his duty; turn him loose." The fool in question was so proud of his battered house that he left it standing there, bullets and all, and built him a house elsewhere.
King Charles the Second had not landed a month before he made him a baronet, and one tenant after another occupied a portion of the old mansion.

Two state-rooms were roofed and furnished with the relics of the entire mansion, and these two rooms the present baronet's surveyor occupied at rare intervals when he was inspecting the large properties connected with the baronet's estate.
Mary Bartley now occupied these two rooms, connected by folding-doors, and she sat pensive in the oriel-window of her bedroom.

Young ladies cling to their bedrooms, especially when they are pretty and airy.
Suddenly she heard a scurry and patter of a horse's hoof, reined up at the side of the house.