Griffith Gaunt; or, Jealousy: Volumes 1 to 3 (of 3)Reade, Charles
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Griffith Gaunt; or, Jealousy: Volumes 1 to 3 (of 3)
Reade, Charles
Bigamy -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century
"You are harsh to me, father," said Catherine, piteously.
"I am firm. You are one that need a tight hand, mistress. Come now,
humility and obedience, these are the Christian graces that best become
your youth. Say, can the Church, through me its minister, count on
these from you, or (suddenly letting loose his diapason) did you send
for me to ask advice, and yet go your own way; hiding a high stomach
and a willful heart under a show of humility?"
Catherine looked at Father Francis with dismay. This was the first time
that easy-going priest had shown her how impressive he could be. She
was downright frightened; and said she hoped she knew better than defy
her director; she laid her will at his feet; and would obey him like a
child, as was her duty.
"Now I know my daughter again," said he, and gave her his horrible paw;
the which she kissed very humbly: and that matter was settled to her
entire dissatisfaction.
Soon after that they were both summoned to supper; but, as they went
down, Kate's maid drew her aside, and told her a young man wanted to
speak to her.
"A young man!" screamed Kate. "Hang young men! They have got me a fine
scolding just now. Which is it, pray?"
"He is a stranger to me."
"Perhaps he comes with a message from some fool. You may bring him to
me in the hall, and stay with us; it may be a thief for ought I know."
The maid soon reappeared, followed by Mr. Thomas Leicester.
That young worthy had lingered on Scutchemsee Nob, to extract the last
drop of enjoyment from the situation, by setting up his hat at ten
paces, and firing the gentlemen's pistols at it. I despair of conveying
to any rational reader the satisfaction, keen though brief, this
afforded him: it was a new sensation; gentlemen's guns he had fired
many, but dueling pistols not one till that bright hour.
He was now come to remind Catherine of his pecuniary claims. Luckily
for him she was one who did not need to be reminded of her promises.
"Oh, it is you, child," said she: "well, I'll be as good as my word."
She then dismissed her maid, and went up-stairs, and soon returned with
two guineas, a crown piece, and three shillings in her hand. "There,"
said she, smiling, "I am sorry for you, but that is all the money I
have in the world."
The boy's eyes glittered at sight of the coin: he rammed the silver
into his pocket with hungry rapidity. But he shook his head about the
gold. "I'm afeard o' these," said he: and eyed them mistrustfully in
his palm. "These be the friends that get you your throat cut o' dark
nights: mistress, please keep 'em for me, and let me have a shilling
now and then when I'm dry."
"Nay," said Kate, "but are you not afraid I shall spend your money, now
I have none left of my own?"
Tom seemed quite struck with the reasonableness of this observation,
and hesitated. However he concluded to risk it. "You don't look one of
the sort to wrong a poor fellow," said he: "and besides you'll have
brass to spare of your own before long I know."
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