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
"My father made the best of all these things. He collected all the
relics of his patrimony, and travelled to many other lands, and then
settled in England, having learned while a boy in the 'City of
languages,' where he was educated, to speak the English language as well
as many others, German, French, Italian, Russian, Arabic, almost every
tongue, for which he has a talent not granted to his daughter. But above
all, he loves his own Lesghian words; and the rest of his life, if he
ever goes home, will be spent for the education of the Lesghian people.
He will never conspire against Russia any more. He says that the tribes
of the Caucasus are made up of every race under the sun, are always in
conflict with one another, and speak, I forget how many languages, and
have, I forget how many forms of religion, whenever they have any
religion at all. But though he sees all these things, and is of the
largest mind ever vouchsafed to a man, he is filled in his heart with
perpetual longing to be among the mountains of his early days, and to
finish all his wanderings in his first home. The fourteen years of his
exile will expire very soon; and then what a joy there would be for him!
I also long, more than it is possible to explain, to see the most noble
land the Lord has ever made, though I only behold it in dreams
sometimes, according to his description. For although I was born in the
noblest part under the shadow of Kazbek and in the most magnificent Pass
of the earth, from which my name is taken, I was but a babe when my
father took me with him."
"If it must be so, if you must leave England," I asked with a very grim
smile, for what on earth would become of me without her, and I did not
even belong to the Alpine Club, "why should you be so unhappy about it?
I fear there is no one in this country whom it would pain you much to
leave. I fear that you find all English people rather dull, and cold,
and uninteresting, and you will be too glad to be quit of them."
"I hear that they are cold, but I do not perceive it." Her glance as she
said this was beyond interpretation; could it mean any cruel check to
me? "They are the first nation of all mankind, my father has declared
to me, many times; but of such matters I have not yet arrived to think.
The thing that makes me full of fear about going from this safe land is,
that though the people may be dull and cold, as you do describe them,
among them there is law and justice, and the wicked men are hanged
whenever they require it. But, alas, my father says that among his noble
people, no one can be sure of that."
"Dariel," I exclaimed with amazement, having made up my mind that her
nature was all softness and all sweetness, "surely you would never wish
to be sure of anybody being hanged."
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