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
"Not in Daghestan, but in Ossetia, which lies to the west of the great
Russian road that marks the division of the Mountain-range. No, I cannot
say that she showed any sisterly feeling towards me, except the true
sorrow for my child of which I spoke; and perhaps no woman who witnessed
a scene of such distress could have helped being touched. But when I
heard of her tender behaviour, and remembered that old scruples were
partly removed by the death of the offender, I sent her all that she
could claim, and much more, of her inheritance in goods and chattels.
But it is impossible for her, as long as she continues Rakhan's widow,
to show much affection for me, though I may hope that she has it in her
heart. For unhappily that most fiendish and accursed institution, which
I hope to begin to extirpate, by the spread of the Gospel and of
education--the blood-feud is set up between us. By marriage she is an
Osset, and among the Ossets she holds sway, like a petty Queen almost.
Although she cannot have any vindictive feelings against me, after all
her husband's behaviour to both of us, she must respect their customs,
and not show herself too friendly. Therefore I take it as unusually kind
and good on her part, that knowing how soon my time expires, she has
sent her only son, Prince Hafer, to congratulate me, and to offer an
ancient residence or Court-house of the Ossets, which stands very
conveniently, for us to occupy on our return, till Karthlos (which is in
a sad condition) can be put into good repair. That I call a true
extension of the olive-branch; and it is the more remarkable to one who
knows as I do that this infernal code, for I can call it nothing else,
is supposed to be doubly binding when it inures betwixt near relatives.
Blessed are they that never heard of it. No flight of time, no acts of
kindness, no natural affections avail against it."
"It is horrible indeed," I said, "and nothing can be more un-English. We
are the most sensible race in the world, as well as the most
straightforward. 'Have it out and be done with it,' is our rule; no
steel, no lead, no poison; but a fight with what the Lord has made."
"You also have your brutality, I fear. But it is not my place to talk of
that, after all the kindness I have received among you. And you are wide
awake to all your own virtues, so that I need not insist upon them. Is
there anything more you would ask me?"
"Nothing, Sûr Imar. And I may have seemed to trespass already on your
patience. But I have a brother who is wonderfully clever in all
mechanical and chemical affairs. May I bring him to see your
type-stamping process, and other beautiful devices? They are out of my
line altogether; but he would appreciate all of them. And more than that
he is gifted, as you are, with the faculty of languages. He is the
genius, and I the dunce. May he come? He has nothing to do with the
Press, and will not even talk of what he sees."
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