Modern literature: a novel, Volume 1 (of 3) — John Shaqi
Modern literature: a novel, Volume 1 (of 3)Bisset, Robert
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Modern literature: a novel, Volume 1 (of 3)
Bisset, Robert
England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction
Hamilton himself was a man of a very prepossessing
appearance, tall, and graceful; in face, figure, and deportment, at
once elegant and manly. He was now twenty-eight years of age, eleven
of which had been passed in his Majesty’s service.--At the commencement
of the war he had become a lieutenant. Quebec made him a captain, the
Havannah a major. Maxwell had, with his usual glee, recited the actions
to which he himself had been a witness, and had not been sparing in
celebrating his praises, and included the fortitude with which he had
borne his late disaster. Mr. Wentbridge had also spoken in terms of
praise, esteem, and respect concerning the abilities and sentiments of
his new acquaintance, so that Miss Wentbridge had before she saw him
received a very favourable impression of the guest whom her father now
brought to the parsonage. Though for the present lame, Hamilton was a
very fine man, and, though pale for want of exercise, had a countenance
extremely impressive and interesting, intelligent, and animated, with
fine blue eyes, which failed not to speak what he thought and felt. He
was extremely pleased with the acquaintance which he had now made, and
did not fail to testify by words and looks the satisfaction which he
received.
In a few weeks Hamilton’s disaster was healed, but he continued at
Maxwell’s, “apprehensive,” he said, “of the consequences of a long
journey.”--The surgeon, indeed, declared to him, that he might now
proceed northwards whenever he chose; but though he had shewn the
most thorough conviction of the other’s medical skill, had declared
his perfect satisfaction with the treatment of his own wound, and had
made a handsome pecuniary recompence, still, however, he did not rely
so completely on his authority as to commence his travels. Meanwhile
he spent the greater part of his time at the vicarage, where his
heart became completely captivated, and he, ere it was long, had the
satisfaction to find, that Miss Wentbridge was not insensible to his
attentions. Having none to control his inclination, he had no motive
to disguise his wishes from the venerable clergyman, and frequently,
when they were alone, declared in general terms the high respect he had
for his daughter, but did not descend to more particular explanations,
until he should ascertain the sentiments of the young lady herself.
He had not, indeed, any reason to suspect aversion, but he wished
to be more accurately certified, that he might not have construed
complacency, or at most esteem, into affection.
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