Guy Rivers: A Tale of GeorgiaSimms, William Gilmore
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Guy Rivers: A Tale of Georgia
Simms, William Gilmore
Georgia -- History -- 1775-1865 -- Fiction; Gold mines and mining -- Fiction
"Afraid of him! you mistake me, Forrester; I fear no man," replied the
youth, somewhat hastily interrupting the woodman. "I am not apt to fear,
and certainly have no such feeling in regard to this person. I distrust,
and would avoid him, merely as one who, while possessing none of the
beauty, may yet have many of the propensities and some of the poison of
the snake to which I likened him."
"Well, 'squire, I didn't use the right word, that's certain, when I said
afraid, you see; because 'tan't in Carolina and Georgia, and hereabouts,
that men are apt to get frightened at trifles. But, as you say, Guy
Rivers is not the right kind of man, and everybody here knows it, and
keeps clear of him. None cares to say much to him, except when it's a
matter of necessity, and then they say as little as may be. Nobody knows
much about him--he is here to-day and gone to-morrow--and we never see
much of him except when there's some mischief afoot. He is thick with
Munro, and they keep together at all times, I believe. He has money, and
knows how to spend it. Where he gets it is quite another thing."
"What can be the source of the intimacy between himself and Munro? Is he
interested in the hotel?"
"Why, I can't say for that, but I think not. The fact is, the tavern is
nothing to Munro; he don't care a straw about it, and some among us do
whisper that he only keeps it a-going as a kind of cover for other
practices. There's no doubt that they drive some trade together, though
what it is I can't say, and never gave myself much trouble to inquire. I
can tell you what, though, there's no doubt on my mind that he's trying
to get Miss Lucy--they say he's fond of her--but I know for myself she
hates and despises him, and don't stop to let him see it."
"She will not have him, then, you think?"
"I know she won't if she can help it. But, poor girl, what can she do?
She's at the mercy, as you may see, of Munro, who is her father's
brother; and he don't care a straw for her likes or dislikes. If he says
the word, I reckon she can have nothing to say which will help her out
of the difficulty. I'm sure he won't regard prayers, or tears, or any of
her objections."
"It's a sad misfortune to be forced into connection with one in whom we
may not confide--whom we can have no sympathy with--whom we can not
love!"
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