Alice Lorraine: A Tale of the South DownsBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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Alice Lorraine: A Tale of the South Downs
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Fiction; South Downs (England) -- Fiction
“What a mistake you make, papa! I never do anything of the sort. You
seem to regard me as anybody’s child, to be reasoned with, out of a
window. I may be supposed to say foolish things, and to imagine all
sorts of nonsense; and, of course, I cannot reason, because it is not
born with us. And then, when I try, I have no chance whatever; though
perfect justice is my aim; and--who comes lingering after me?”
“Your excellent father,” Sir Roland answered, kissing away his child’s
excitement. “Your loving father does all this, my pet, and brings you
quite home to stern reason. And now he will take you home to your home.
You have caught the sad spirit of the donkey, petling; you long to go
up and down this water, with some one to bewail you on the other side.”
“Yes, papa, so I do. You are so clever! But I think I should go down
and up, papa; if the quadruped you are thinking of went up and down.”
“Now Lallie!” he said; and he said no more. For he knew that she hinted
at Stephen Chapman, and wanted to fight her own battle against him,
now that she was in the humour. The father was ready to put off the
conflict--as all good fathers must be--and he led his dear child up the
hill, or let her lead him peacefully.
CHAPTER LVII.
THE PLEDGE OF A LIFE.
Three days of gloom and storm ensued upon the outbreak of the water;
while the old house at the head of the Coombe in happy ignorance
looked down upon its hereditary foe. But dark foreboding and fine
old stories agitated the loyal hearts of the domestics of the upper
conclave,--that ancient butler Onesimus Binns, Mrs. Pipkins, and Mrs.
Merryjack. With such uneasy feelings prevalent in the higher circle,
nothing short of terror, or even panic, could be expected among the
inferior dignitaries, now headed by John Trotman. This young man had
long shown himself so ambitious and aggressive, even “cockroaching” as
Mrs. Merryjack said, “on the most sacred rights of his betters,” that
the latter had really but one course left--to withdraw to their upper
room, and exclude “all as didn’t know how to behave theirselves.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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