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
I have often been surprised, as every man must be, who lives to full
growth upon this wondrous earth; but this time my astonishment went
quite beyond its powers. Every one had always taken me for a great
jumper, but, to save my life, I could never have done that. I stood, and
looked up into the darkness of the sky, as if for some witness to
confirm my doubtful eyes; and then a deep conviction of the existence of
the Devil--which philosophers in mutinous ingratitude deny--came to my
aid, and calmed me with the sense of duty which his name inspires. And
now the two dogs, breathing calmly again, and with their tails
high-masted, came to apologise for that trimming which even they had
learned towards their dearest friend. Here was something genial; and I
forgave them, because I might have done the same, if touched with equal
insight.
"I will get to the bottom of this," thought I, "though the scoundrel has
put the wall between us." For I knew not at all how to open that door,
even if it seemed desirable. With a quick step, therefore, I retraced my
course, while _Kuban_ and _Orla_ came after me, sniffing my track with
happy puffs, to be sure of something wholesome. Keeping clear of the
dwellings, I went back along the wall, to investigate the corner from
which that demon of mystery had emerged. What superstition can there be
in a Winchester and New College man, who has eaten for the Bar, and
knows something of Stockbrokers, and as much as is good of Solicitors?
But it is better to avoid such subjects now.
Both dogs lay down at a certain spot, where a narrow track just visible
across the grass began; perhaps they were forbidden to come further down
that way. But I went on, treading gingerly, until I was stopped by a
pair of wire-doors. It was rather dark still, but not so murky as it had
been, for the moon began to lift herself a little through the mist. As
her faint light came glimmering over the black wall, I began to see what
the little structure was, and how it was sheltered and protected
overhead. Dariel had told me that she was very fond of birds, and had
some beauties of her own; and no doubt this was where she kept them. Now
if that hateful fellow with the strange headgear came out of this
enclosure, as appeared too manifest, it was equally plain that he must
have been inside it; and what could he be doing in this aviary so late,
unless the fair owner herself were there?
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