"All's Well"; or, Alice's VictoryHolt, Emily Sarah
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"All's Well"; or, Alice's Victory
Holt, Emily Sarah
Counter-Reformation -- England -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"No, Edward," she said firmly. "You shall not carry me to gaol. I will
have a care of your character, though you little regard mine. I pray
you, unhand me, and I will go mine own self to the constable, and
entreat him to take me, as his office and duty are." [This part of the
story, however extraordinary, is pure fact.]
In sheer amazement, Mr Benden's hand unloosed from Alice's arm; and
seizing her opportunity, she walked rapidly back to the Court House.
For a moment he stood considering what to do. He had little more
concern for his own reputation than for hers; but he felt that if he
followed her to the constable, he could scarcely avoid refunding that
half-crown, a thing he by no means desired to do. This reflection
decided him. He went quickly to the inn where he had left his horse,
mounted, and rode home, leaving Alice to her own devices, to walk home
or get taken to Canterbury in any way she could.
The constable was not less astonished than Mr Benden. He was not
accustomed to receive visits from people begging to be taken to gaol.
He scratched his head, put it on one side and looked at Alice as if she
were a curiosity in an exhibition, then took off his cap again, and
scratched his head on the other side.
"Well, to be sure!" he said at last. "To tell truth, my mistress, I
know not what to do with you. I cannot mine own self win this day to
Canterbury, and I have no place to tarry you here; nor have I any to
send withal save yon lad."
He pointed as he spoke to his son, a lad of about twelve years old, who
sat on the bench by the Court House door, idly whistling, and throwing
up a pebble to catch it again.
"Then, I pray you, Master Constable," said Alice eagerly, "send the lad
with me. I am loth to put you to this labour, but verily I am forced to
it; and methinks you may lightly guess I shall not run away from
custody."
The constable laughed, but looked undecided.
"In very deed," said he, "I see not wherefore you should not go home and
tarry there, till such time as I come to fetch you. But if it must be,
it must. I will go saddle mine horse, and he shall carry you to
Canterbury with George."
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