One of Clive's Heroes: A Story of the Fight for IndiaStrang, Herbert
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One of Clive's Heroes: A Story of the Fight for India
Strang, Herbert
Adventure stories; British -- India -- Juvenile fiction; India -- History -- 18th century -- Juvenile fiction
Diggle scowled, and stood as though meditating resistance.
"Come, come, Mr. Diggle, you have no choice. I do not wish to have to
drag you; it might cause you pain."
"Surely you will spare a moment to an old friend! I fear you are
entirely mistaken. ’Tis pity that with the natural ebullition of your
youthful spirit you should have set upon a man whom----"
"You can talk as we go, Mr. Diggle, if you talk low enough. Must I
repeat it?"
"But where are we going? Really, Mr. Burke, respect for my years should
prompt a more considerate treatment."
"You see yonder point?" said Desmond impatiently--"yonder on the shore.
You will come with me there."
Diggle looked round as if hoping that even now something might happen in
his favour. But no one was in sight; Desmond stood over him with sword
still drawn; and recognizing his helplessness the man at length turned
towards the shore and began to walk slowly along, Desmond a foot or so
in the rear.
"’Twas a most strange chance, surely," he said, "that brought you to
this spot at the very moment when I was shaking the dust of Gheria from
my feet. How impossible it is to escape the penalty of one’s
wrong-doing! Old Horace knew it: ’Raro antecedentem scelestum’--you
remember the rest. Mr. Burslem drubbed our Latin into us, Mr. Burke. I
am a fellow-townsman of yours, though you did not know it: ay, a boy in
your old school, switched by your old master. I have treated you badly.
I admit it; but what could I do? Your brother slandered you; I see now
how he deceived me; he wished you out of his way. Here I acted under
pressure of Angria; he was bent on sending you to Bombay; I could not
defy him; I was wrong; what you said when I saw you last made a deep
impression on me; I repented, and, as Tully, I think, puts it, ’a change
of plan is the best harbour to a penitent man.’ I was indeed seeking
that refuge of the repentant, and altering my whole plan of life; and if
you will but tarry a moment----"
"Keep on, Mr. Diggle," said Desmond, as the man, who had been talking
over his shoulder, half-stopped: "my point is sharp."
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