Mistress Spitfire: A Plain Account of Certain Episodes in the History of Richard Coope, Gent., and of His Cousin, Mistress Alison French, at the Time of the Revolution, 1642-1644
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Mistress Spitfire: A Plain Account of Certain Episodes in the History of Richard Coope, Gent., and of His Cousin, Mistress Alison French, at the Time of the Revolution, 1642-1644
Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction
And so it was all over, and we were free of our enemies. Late that
night Alison and I, with Merciful Wiggleskirk in attendance, were
in the Market Place at Hull, weary and sore bespent, but devoutly
thankful. Ere daybreak next morning we were sailing down the
Humber, and so at last I had some leisure to look at my wife and
assure myself that all the events of the past week were realities
rather than dreams. But that they were realities her sweetness did
most abundantly prove to me, and in spite of the fact that we were
exiles, she and I spent our first years of married life in Holland,
in as sweet a contentment as lovers could wish for.
But after many years we came back to England and to the old house.
And since it was half-ruined, I set to work to rebuild it, and
somewhat altered it in appearance and design. We transferred
Sir Nicholas’s body from its first quarters to its proper
resting-place. On the spot where we first buried him I now spend
many hours, sitting in his chair, and telling my eldest son,
Nicholas, of the brave doings that I have had in our old house. And
for the sake of him and of his brothers and sisters--for I warrant
you we have been blessed with a numerous progeny!--I have written
down this chronicle at such times as I have had naught better to do.
When I showed the first pages of this book to my wife, she took
some objection.
“Sure,” says she, “I never called you Master Poltroon.”
“Sweetheart,” says I, “you did.”
“But you called me Mistress Spitfire,” says she.
“And that’s what you were,” says I.
“Was I?” says she. “Well, maybe I was--but you were never Master
Poltroon.”
Faith! ’tis mighty comforting that she has so good an opinion of me.
THE END.
TURNBULL AND SPEARS, PRINTERS, EDINBURGH.
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BY THE SAME AUTHOR
WHEN CHARLES THE FIRST WAS KING
LIFE IN ARCADIA
THE WONDERFUL WAPENTAKE
GOD’S FAILURES
AT THE GATE OF THE FOLD
THE QUARRY FARM
WHERE HIGHWAYS CROSS
BALLADS OF REVOLT
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