Confession; Or, The Blind Heart. A Domestic StorySimms, William Gilmore
General
Confession; Or, The Blind Heart. A Domestic Story
Simms, William Gilmore
Domestic fiction
This is a sufficient sample of her style, and not the worst. I am
constrained to confess that some portions of the good lady's language
would better have suited the modes of speech common enough among the
Grecian housekeepers at the celebration of the Eleusinian mysteries. I
have omitted not a few of the bad words, and forborne the repetition of
that voluminous eloquence poured out, after the Billingsgate fashion,
equally upon myself, her daughter, and husband. During the vituperation
she still kicked and scuffled; my face suffered, and my eyes narrowly
escaped. But I grasped her firmly; and when her husband, my worthy
uncle, in obedience to her orders, sprang upon me, with the bludgeon
which he now habitually carried, I confronted him with the lusty person
of his spouse, and regret to say, that the first thwack intended for
my shoulders, descended with some considerable emphasis upon hers. This
increased her fury, and redoubled her screams. But it did not lessen
my determination, or make me change my mode of proceeding. I resolutely
pushed her before me. The husband stood at the head of the stairs and my
object was to carry her down to the lower story. The stairs were narrow,
and by keeping up a good watch, I contrived to force him to give ground,
using his spouse as a sort of battering-RAM--not to perpetrate a pun at
the expense of the genders--which, I happened to know, had always been
successful in making him give ground on all previous occasions. His
habitual deference for the dame, assisted me in my purpose. Step by
step, however, he disputed my advance; but I was finally successful;
without any injury beyond that which had been inflicted by the talons of
the fair lady, and perhaps a single and slight stroke upon the shoulder
from the club of her husband, I succeeded in landing her upon the lower
flat in safety. Beyond a squeeze or two, which the exigency of the case
made something more affectionate than any I should have been otherwise
pleased to bestow upon her, she suffered no hurt at my hands.
But, though willing to release her, she was not so willing herself to be
released. When I set her free, she flew at me with cat-like intrepidity;
and I found her a much more difficult customer than her husband. Him I
soon baffled. A moment sufficed to grapple with him and wrench the
stick from his hands, and then, with a moderate exercise of agility, I
contrived to spring up the stairway which I had just descended, regain
the chamber, and secure the door, before they could overtake or annoy me
with their further movements. My wife's aunt, meanwhile, had been busy
with her restoratives. Julia was now recovering from the fainting fit;
and I had the satisfaction of hearing from one of the servants that the
baffled enemy had gone off in a fury that made their departure seem a
flight rather than a mere retreat.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account