Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
All that day I conversed with her. We agreed that for the present
she should neither acknowledge nor conceal the truth from Madam,
upon whose good-will we now placed all our hopes. That is to say,
if Madam questioned her she was to acknowledge that we were her
former friends; but, if Madam neither suspected anything nor asked
her anything, she should keep the matter to herself. She told me
during this day all that had happened unto her since I saw her last,
when we marched out of Taunton. Among other things I heard of the
woman called Deb, who was now working in the canefields (she was one
of a company whose duty it was to weed the canes). In the evening
this woman, when the people returned, came to the sick-house.
She was a great strapping woman, stronger than most men. She was
dressed, like all the women on the estate, in a smock and petticoat,
with a thick coif to keep off the sun, and a pair of strong shoes.
She came to help her mistress, as she fondly called Alice. She
wanted to sit up and watch the sick man, so that her mistress might
go to sleep. But Alice refused. Then this faithful creature rolled
herself up in her rug and laid herself at the door, so that no one
should go in or out without stepping over her. And so she fell
asleep.
Then we began our night watch, and talked in whispers, sitting by
the bedside of the fevered man. Presently I forgot the wretchedness
of our condition, the place where we were, our hopeless, helpless
lot, our anxieties and our fears, in the joy and happiness of once
more conversing with my mistress. She spoke to me after the manner
of the old days, but with more seriousness, about the marvellous
workings of the Lord among His people; and presently we began to
talk of the music which we loved to play, and how the sweet concord
and harmony of the notes lift up the soul; and of pictures and
painting, and Mr. Boscorel's drawings and my own poor attempts, and
my studies in the schools, and so forth, as if my life was, indeed,
but just beginning, and, instead of the Monmouth cap, and the canvas
breeches, and common shirt, I was once more arrayed in velvet, with
a physician's wig and a gold-headed cane.
Lastly she prayed, entreating merciful Heaven to bestow health of
mind and enlargement of body to the sick man upon the bed, and her
brother, and her dear friend (meaning myself), and to all poor
sufferers for religion; and she asked that, as it had been permitted
that she should be taken from her earthly lover by treachery, so it
might now be granted to her to lay down her life for his, so that he
might go free and she die in his place.
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