FORE:"Great God!" cried Holgrave, rushing forward to look at the infant,the feelings of the father overcoming every selfish consideration.The first gate was at Mockbeggar, where the road to Iden joins that which crosses the Marsh by Corkwood and Baron's Grange. In a minute it was off its hinges, and swealing in tar, while lusty arms pulled twigs, branches, even whole bushes out of the hedges to build its pyre.