Fair play : $b a novelSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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Fair play : $b a novel
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
American fiction -- 19th century
“Well, ma’am, sure you rimimber I promised you nivir to marry any man
till the laws was changed so the women could get the upper hand iv the
men entirely.”
“Not exactly so, Judith; but you promised me never to marry until the
cruel laws are changed so that we women may have our rights,” amended
Britomarte.
“Well, ma’am, and sure ain’t that all the same?”
“Not precisely. But what is it you wish to do now, Judith? Do you wish
me to protect you against the importunities of your lover? I will do so
effectually.”
“Ma’am?”
“Do you wish me to speak to Lieutenant Ethel to order Tom McAlpine to
let you alone?”
“Och, no, sure, not for the world, ma’am!” exclaimed Judith, in dismay.
“What do you want, then?”
“Sure, ma’am, I want ye to relaise me from me promise.”
“I thought so,” laughed Justin.
“To release you from your promise, Judith?” questioned Britomarte, with
a mortified air.
“Yes, ma’am, plaise,” said Judith.
“You had better do it at once, sister, or she will break through it,”
said Justin.
“Why do you wish to be released from a promise so freely and
deliberately given, Judith?” gravely inquired Miss Conyers.
“Well, you see, ma’am,” answered Judith, blushing and looking down and
twirling her bonnet strings, “whin I made that same promise nivir to
marry a man till the laws was changed, sure I was on that baste iv an
island, where there was nivir a man to marry at all at all—let alone
belaiving me gay Tom was dhrowned. So you see it made no differ. But now
I’m back in a Christian counthry, and me gay Tom alive and well, and now
sure I want to be relaised from me promise.”
“Well, Judith, I release you from your promise; but I do it only because
I feel sure that if I did not you would break it.”
“Sure, ma’am, I thank you kindly, so I do; and so will me gay Tom,” said
Judith, much relieved, as she turned and walked to rejoin her lover, who
stood waiting for her in evident anxiety.
“I never could understand why Judith should call that grave and stolid
Scotchman her ‘gay’ Tom,” said Justin.
“She did it first in covert sarcasm, no doubt. And she has since
continued it from habit,” answered Britomarte.
Lieutenant Ethel now joined them, saying that the boat was ready to take
them ashore.
They immediately arose and went to the starboard side of the ship and
descended to the boat, followed by the lieutenant.
When they had all taken their places the boat was pushed off. A few
rapid strokes of the oar brought them to the pier, where they got off,
hailing with deep and heartfelt gratitude their native land.
CHAPTER XLI.
NATIVE LAND.
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