Cradock Nowell: A Tale of the New Forest. Vol. 2 (of 3)Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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Cradock Nowell: A Tale of the New Forest. Vol. 2 (of 3)
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
New Forest (England : Forest) -- Fiction
Then Dr. Hutton, having bound him by a solemn promise that he would not
for the present even hint of that matter to any one, poured out the
hissing contents of his mind under the white curls which still overhung
the elder manʼs porch of memory. And what he told him was indeed a
thing not to be forgotten.
The spectator is said to see more of the game than any of the players
see, and the reader of a story knows a great deal more than the actors
do, or the writer either, for that matter; marry, therefore, I will not
insult any candid intelligence, neither betray Rue Huttonʼs faith, for
he is an awkward enemy.
The very next day there came a letter, with coal enough on it to make
some gas, and directed in a wandering manner to “Rev. Mr. Rosedew,
Nowelhouse, somewhere in England.” Much as we abuse the Post–office
people, they generally manage to find us out more cleverly than we do
them; and so this letter had not been to more than six wrong places.
As our good journalists love to say, “it was couched in the following
terms:”—
“HONOURED AND REVEREND SIR,—Takes the liberty of stating price of
inland coals, as per margin, delivered free within six miles of
Charing–cross. N.B. Weighed as the Act directs, whether required or
otherwise, which mostly is not, and the dust come back if required.
Excuse me the liberty of adding that a nice young gent and uncommon
respectable, only not a good business address—no blame to him, being
a Oxford gent—lie here very ill, and not much expect to get over
to–morrow night. Our junior, Mr. Clinkers, with full commission to
take all orders and sign receipts for the firm, have been up with
him all night, and hear him talk quite agreeable about some place
or business called Amery, supposed in the hardware line by mistake
for emery. This young gent were called Mr. Newman, by the name of
Charles Newman, but Mrs. Ducksacre half believe clandastical and
temporal only, and no doubt good reason for it, because he always
pay his lodging. Rev. sir, found your direction as per endorsement
very simple in the inside pocket of the young gentʼs coat, and he
only have one to look in. But for fear to be misunderstood this firm
think none the less of him by the same reason, having been both of
us in trouble when we was married. Also as per left–hand cover a
foreign–looking play–book, something queer and then ‘Opera,’ which the
undersigned understand at once, having been to that same theayter when
our gracious Queen was married, and not yet gone into the coal–trade.
Requests to excuse the liberty, but if endorsed correctly and
agreeable to see the young gentʼs funeral performed most reasonably,
at sole expense of this firm, and no claim made on any survivors
because Robert Clinkers like him, must come by express day after
to–morrow at latest.
“Signed for the firm of Poker and Clinkers, West London Depôt,
Hammersmith. Weighed as the Act directs. Per ROBERT CLINKERS, jun.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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