Dariel: A Romance of SurreyBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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Dariel: A Romance of Surrey
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Surrey (England) -- Fiction
Meanwhile the kicking at the upper door, and the shouting of hoarse
voices, and the hoisting of coned heads between the ivied battlements,
were waxing every moment; and so was the ferocity of the warriors
inside, who had not enjoyed a fight, perhaps, ever since they came to
England, the country of policemen, who mainly beat white gloves. But the
master of the place ordered all his henchmen back, and made them stand
their murderous guns against the peaceful ivy.
Then he swang on its pivot the bar of the door, which had been
readjusted since Slemmick dashed through, and throwing it wide he stood
among the foes, and spoke.
"This is a very great commotion you are raising. Is there law in this
land, that such things are allowed?"
We beheld a large force of constables outside, as if much resistance had
been expected; and some of the mounted police were present to intercept
any runaway. "Sir, there is law in the land; and under it I hold a
search-warrant of these premises, with orders to arrest all persons
here, in case of certain discoveries. Sergeant, you will see that no one
leaves the place, without my permission. Now, sir."
Exhibiting his warrant, the chief officer fixed keen eyes upon Sûr
Imar's face, and scanned with stern suspicion the tranquil smile and the
very peaceful aspect. "To the mill first! To the mill at once!" he
shouted, with some show of temper, being annoyed, as I could see, by the
calmness of this reception. "Sir, will you have the kindness to inform
me, why the mill is not at work, as usual?"
"It was scarcely worth while, when I expected you, to begin work, and
then be interrupted."
"You expected me, sir? What the devil do you mean?" cried the officer,
as one in a fury.
"For some little time," Sûr Imar answered, with one of his most majestic
bows, "I have looked forward to this pleasure; but until this morning I
could not be sure of the hour most convenient to you. But according to a
proverb of your country, 'better late than never,' sir. The mill is at
your service, and all that it contains. I have also provided some
refreshment for your men. Not such as I could wish, but what you call
'rough and ready.'"
"And you have laid it out in the mill! The very place we were to have
broken up! Of course, you have had time to clear everything away. It is
a farce, sir, a farce, to carry out our orders now."
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