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
All content has a murmur in it, according to the laws of earth; and
within a few yards of my joy, the brook with perpetual change of tone,
and rise and fall of liquid tune, was making as sweet a melody as a man
can stop to hearken. But the brook might have ceased its noise for
shame, at the music of my Dariel's voice. She gave me a timid glance at
first, not for any care of me, but doubt of unlocking of her heart; and
then the power of a higher love swept away all sense of self.
"My father, as you must have learned already, is one of the greatest men
that have ever lived. There are many great men in this country also, in
their way, which is very good; but they do not appear to cast away all
regard for their own interests, in such a degree as my father does; and
although they are very high Christians, they stop, or at least they
appear to stop short of their doctrines, when the fear arises of not
providing for themselves. They call it a question of the public good,
and they are afraid of losing commerce.
"But my father is not of that character. The thing that is recommended
to him by religion is the thing he does, and trade is not superior to
God's will. Please to take notice of this, Mr. Cran-lee, because it
makes him difficult to be persuaded. And now he has told me quite lately
a thing, which if he adheres to it as he always does, will take him
away, will extinguish, and altogether terminate him."
She turned her head aside, that I might not see the tears that were
springing upon either cheek, and a cloud of very filmy lace, from the
strange octagonal cap she wore, mingled with the dark shower of her
hair.
"Oh, no, oh, no! that shall never be," I answered, as if I were master
of the world; "oh, Dariel, don't let your beautiful eyes--"
"It is of my father and not of myself we are speaking, Mr. Cran-lee. And
you are surprised what reason I can have for--for inviting you to give
opinion. But it is not your opinion for which I make petition, or not
the opinion only, but the assistance of kind action from you, if you can
indeed be persuaded. And before that can be accomplished, I must expand
to you things that you may not have been informed, concerning my father,
you know, do you not?"
"Nothing, or very little except what you yourself have told me. I know
all about Daghestan of course,"--so I did by this time, or at least all
that was in the Cyclopædia,--"and that your father has been a very great
man there; and I can see that he has been accustomed to authority and
probably to wars, and that he is worshipped by his retainers, and that
he has some especial purpose here and prefers a private life, but is
kind enough to give me admission because of my accident; and after that,
let me see, what else do I know? Why nothing at all, except that he has
wonderful taste, and sense of order, and the loveliest
dau--door-painting I ever beheld; and after that--"
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