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
"Hay indeed!" she exclaimed with scorn. "George, it is sweet hay--sweet
hay--sour hay! And you have not made it, while the sun shone."
"Speak no more in parables. Speak plain English. What in common-sense
are you driving at? There is no hay in the county to beat ours. And I
defy any rain to have got into the ricks."
"But suppose the ricks are all clean gone. Oh, George, how stupid you
are at metaphors! But if they are gone, without letting you know--oh, I
never could believe that, of foreigners even! And after all the great
things you have felt for such great people!"
"Out with it!" I said, while my spoon went dribbling. "You mean to tell
me, I suppose, if plain English can ever be got from a girl, that Sûr
Imar, and his people, have left the neighbourhood."
"His people indeed! Well, if you can take it in that lofty spirit, you
may as well know everything. I was quite afraid of telling you. But men
are all alike, at least old Sally says so--though what she can know
about it, the poor old soul----"
"When did it happen?" I asked quite calmly, for I wanted no pity about
it; least of all from a girl who had never entered into any proper view
of the question, because I never chose to run and gush to her.
"That is more than we can tell. They must have packed up very quickly,
unless they left all their dogs and diamonds behind them. But we only
heard of it yesterday, through Slemmick, who had it from Farmer Ticknor.
That seems a little rude, considering that you were to have taken me
down so soon, to fall at the feet of the Lesghian Bandit. But of course
we must not judge them by our own ideas. Perhaps, as we had never called
upon them----"
"They would not have troubled their heads about that. They look at
things from a higher level. But perhaps they might have sent a boy to
tell me, if they had found any time to spare. My dear child, in a
quarter of an hour I shall be ready; and then we will go to church
together."
Let any man tell me what else he would have done, and I shall be much
obliged to him. Not that it could help me very much, for such a thing
can scarcely happen twice to any fellow; but that I should like to
compare his view of it with what went on in my own mind. Nothing is
easier than to talk, when you see the thing a long way off, or (which is
even better) only read about it, or give a bold verdict without a
glance; which is the wisest course of all.
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