The speaker paused and sighed; but looking out into the viewless air,
as if upon some picture hung in space, he did not mark my Lady start
and clasp her hands, as though some dreadful thing had come upon her
suddenly, against which none could help her but only God alone.
“It is a story, Lady Lisgard, that you doubtless know,” continued
the man, “for even among lords and ladies love will come. I asked
her for a drink of water, and she brought me with it Hope, Resolve,
Repentance--I know not what. From that moment forth, I lived my life
anew. Then the next day, and the next, I sought the cottage; and when I
had won my way with Lucy--that was her name, my Lady--did I tell you?--I
pleaded my cause with the old fisherman, her father--her mother being
already ours--but for a long time in vain.
“She was his only child, his only prop and stay, and he was proud of
her, as well he might have been, for she was gentle of speech as you
yourself or any lady born, and scholarly and wise beyond her humble
state, and, young as she was, already had had many a suitor; but she had
never loved but me. 'Tis like enough you cannot fancy that; but then
my former self was not like this.” He pointed to his heart with a
scornful gesture, as though something loathsome had taken the place of
what had wont to be there.
“Besides, the fairest, purest creature upon earth was she, and she took
all things for pure. Not that there was much against me either, except
that I loved good liquor; besides, I only drank for pleasure then, and
now---- But let that be. Well, we were married. We lived with the old
couple at the cottage, as Lucy wished, partly for their sakes, partly,
as I have often thought since then, for mine--that I might be kept out
of bad company, such as there was plenty of at Bleamouth at that time
--poachers, smugglers, and idlers of all sorts. But this was done too
late. I have said that the Law and I fell out: that was for poaching
--and Curse the law, say I, which rich men make for the poor perforce to
break. I never poached after I married, but before that time I had shot
a hare or two; and once--but months ago--there had been a fray with
keepers, and I had clubbed my gun, and struck my hardest, like the rest.
There had been broken bones on both sides, but the matter had blown
over, as I thought, when all of a sudden I received certain news that I
was marked for one of the offenders, and that men were coming to take me
from my Lucy's arms to jail. I told her this, for I had kept nothing
from her all along, and I knew that she had courage, or she would never
have married such a man as me; but I forgot, in my selfish roughness,
that it is one thing to be brave in things that concern one's self,
and another to be able to bear to see others suffer. 'Ah, Heaven!'
exclaimed she, 'but this will kill my father! To have his honest house
entered by men in search of felons, and to see his daughter's husband
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