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He was impressed by the dreaminess of the face ; and I must say I regard him as an interesting character . During my girlhood Napoleon Bonaparte alone would have been his rival for filling an inn along our roads . I have known our boys go to bed obediently and get up at night to run three miles to THE WHEATSHEAF , only to stand on the bench or traveller 's - rest outside the window and look in at Charles Dump reciting , with just room enough in the crowd to point his finger , as his way was . He left a child , Mary Dump , who grew up to become lady 's maid to Livia Fakenham , daughter of Curtis , the beauty of Hampshire , equalled by no one save her cousin Henrietta Fakenham , the daughter of Commodore Baldwin ; and they were two different kinds of beauties , not to be compared , and different were their fortunes ; for this lady was likened to the sun going down on a cloudy noon , and that lady to the moon riding through a stormy night . Livia was the young widow of Lord Duffield when she accepted the Earl of Fleetwood , and was his third countess , and again a widow at eight-and-twenty , and stepmother to young Croesus , the Earl of Fleetwood of my story . Mary Dump testifies to her kindness of heart to her dependents . If we are to speak of goodness , I am afraid there are other witnesses .