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
"In any other case I should not have blamed him much, though it is not
altogether perhaps the style of Englishmen. But one thing we always
forget--how intensely some people feel what to others is a flea-bite.
And the ankle is a very nasty place after all, though the shot only just
broke the skin, Hopmann says. You heard him claim the shot? Well, now he
puts it upon me! However, he is quite welcome, for the tale might go
against him with his 'bagients.' Ta, ta! I'm off to enquire for my lord,
and I always let him know where I come from. Won't Hopmann make a fine
thing out of this! I have lent him a trap and a man, to make the most of
it. The man drives like a fury and calls out to everybody, 'Can't
stop--very sorry--let them all know--the poor Hearl, he is in such
hagony!' Hopmann's new letter-box is full already, and his hat is a
hoarding of turnpike tickets."
"What a friend you are! What a friend to have!" I exclaimed, as he
jumped upon his highly polished horse, for Grace had tripped away with a
little turn of neck, which meant, "Wouldn't you like to come with me?"
And Stoneman was hoping to get another glimpse from the saddle over the
palings. Ay, and he did so too, as the light in his eyes made clear to
me.
A firm friend is likely to be a faithful lover, and a true husband when
the gloss is off the love; but whether Grace had any sense of this, or
even thought at all about him, was more than I could say at present.
Quick of perception as she was, it seemed almost impossible that she
could have failed to observe his attention, or it might be called his
entire devotion to her. Yet when I tried her with a lot of little
dodges, such as a brother must have at command, if he wants to keep time
with his sisters, she never turned a hair--as the sporting people
say--and she looked me out of countenance sometimes, as if I were
inferior to the female race. Knowing what she was, I was unable to
suppose that there could be any depth in her beyond my understanding, so
I said to myself, "Let her mind the milk. What can a sweet girl desire
beyond that?"
To do good, to be kind, to be always cheerful, and to find their
happiness in making ours--that was the proper thing, when I was young,
for the rising generation of the better sex. Of our faults they must
have no knowledge, but be as hard as possible upon their own; and in
that particular they had every help from their own sex, whose time was
ripening into criticism. Somehow or other they have changed all that,
and flung themselves far into the opposite extreme.
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