Delaware; or, The Ruined Family. Vol. 1James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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Delaware; or, The Ruined Family. Vol. 1
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Fiction
The fall of so much lime and rubbish had in a degree deadened the
fire; and, striding on, Burrel reached the door which opened on the
stone staircase. The rush of cool air and the joy of escape revived
him, almost suffocated as he was with the heat and smoke; and, bending
down his head over his fair burden, he said--the most natural thing in
the world--"Dear girl, you are safe!"--Ay, though he had only seen her
twice in all his life!
Though they were now in comparative security, the fire had made
sufficient progress even there, to render haste imperative, and Burrel
lost not a moment till he reached a small door which led out upon the
lawn by some ascending steps. At about the distance of fifty or
sixty yards, were assembled the whole of the late inmates of the
dwelling--mistress, visiters, and servants, with twenty or thirty
country men and women--all engaged in the laudable occupation of
seeing the house burn.
Dr. Wilton was the only one in a state of activity; and he, in his
shirt and breeches, which, with the exception of his shovel hat, were
the only articles of apparel he had saved, was endeavouring to
instigate some of the servants and peasantry to get up a ladder to the
window of Miss Delaware's room, which--what between fear, wonder, and
stupidity--they were performing with extraordinary slowness. At the
same time, one of the Molly Dusters was corroborating to the rest of
the company the assertion of Burrel's servant, who informed them that
his master had gone to fetch Miss Delaware: and the very likely
consummation that they would both be burnt together, was prophesied
manfully, just as he was making his way across the green towards them,
to prove that he did not intend to participate in such a holocaust.
On seeing Burrel, and guessing what it was that he carried in his
arms, Mrs. Darlington, who was really a good-tempered woman, gave way
a great deal more to her feelings than her usual _bienseance_
permitted, and literally screamed for joy. Since her escape she had
found time to get cool in body if not in mind; and indeed the latter
part of the mixed whole, was by this time sufficiently tranquillized,
to admit the vision of a pretty little quiet romance to cross her mind
concerning Burrel and Blanche Delaware, and to suggest the propriety
of letting her house burn away in peace, while she took shelter, and
guarded against taking cold, in the cottages just below the lodge.
Thither, too, she requested Burrel, who would give up his fair burden
to no one, to follow her; and she herself led the way, with a thousand
encomiums on his heroic gallantry, mingled with thanks to heaven that
all her title-deeds were at the banker's, and manifold aspirations
concerning the fire-resisting powers of the plate-chests.
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