Lost Sir Massingberd: A Romance of Real Life. v. 1/2Payn, James
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Lost Sir Massingberd: A Romance of Real Life. v. 1/2
Payn, James
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
"Now it was certain that Massingberd Heath sought only a temporary home;
as soon as his father died, or even offered terms to him, he would leave
us, and resume his proper station. Moreover, how was the maintenance of
discipline and obedience to the chief of our tribe, absolutely essential
as it is, to be kept up in the case of this new-comer? Even at that
time, he was a headstrong, wilful man, to whom all authority, however
lawful or natural, was hateful. Was it to be expected that he who defied
his own father, himself a man of iron will, would obey Morris
Liversedge? On the other hand, Uncle Morris rather liked the young
fellow. He had connived at many a raid on his father's own preserves--to
such a pitch had the quarrel grown between them--and kept our pot
boiling with bird and beast. Many and many a time had he led the
Fairburn keepers to one extremity of the preserves, while the slaughter
was going on in the other. Moreover, it would be of great importance,
could we make a friend of the man who would one day own all these
pleasant haunts of ours, and who could say a good word, and a strong
one, for the poor persecuted gipsies, when it was needed. Poor Morris
did not know that the rebel but too often turns out a tyrant, when he
gets his chance. He could not foresee Sir Massingberd Heath sending
folks to prison, or getting them kidnapped, and sent across the seas,
for snaring the hares that he held so cheaply when they did not happen
to belong to himself. If you want to find a gentleman who in his youth,
and landless, has been a poacher whenever the opportunity offered, look
you among the game-preservers on the bench of justices. This, however,
is among the least of the basenesses of him of whom I speak. It is not
for his bitter guardianship of bird and beast, or his hateful oppression
of his fellow-creatures, that my heart cries out for judgment against
this man, that I look with eager longing for that hour when God shall
take him into His own hand."
The old woman paused a moment with closed eyes, and muttered something
that was inaudible to me, rocking herself at the same time to and fro.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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