The Adventures of Harry Richmond — Complete — John Shaqi
The Adventures of Harry Richmond — CompleteMeredith, George
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The Adventures of Harry Richmond — Complete
Meredith, George
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction
A gentleman of his acquaintance called on him one evening to take him
out for a walk. My father happened to be playing with me when this
gentleman entered our room: and he jumped up from his hands and knees,
and abused him for intruding on his privacy, but afterwards he
introduced him to me as Shylock's great-great-great-grandson, and said
that Shylock was satisfied with a pound, and his descendant wanted two
hundred pounds, or else all his body: and this, he said, came of the
emigration of the family from Venice to England. My father only seemed
angry, for he went off with Shylock's very great grandson arm-in-arm,
exclaiming, 'To the Rialto!' When I told Mrs. Waddy about the visitor,
she said, 'Oh, dear! oh, dear! then I'm afraid your sweet papa won't
return very soon, my pretty pet.' We waited a number of days, until
Mrs. Waddy received a letter from him. She came full-dressed into my
room, requesting me to give her twenty kisses for papa, and I looked on
while she arranged her blue bonnet at the glass. The bonnet would not
fix in its place. At last she sank down crying in a chair, and was all
brown silk, and said that how to appear before a parcel of dreadful
men, and perhaps a live duke into the bargain, was more than she knew,
and more than could be expected of a lone widow woman. 'Not for
worlds!' she answered my petition to accompany her. She would not, she
said, have me go to my papa there for anything on earth; my papa would
perish at the sight of me; I was not even to wish to go. And then she
exclaimed, 'Oh, the blessed child's poor papa!' and that people were
cruel to him, and would never take into account his lovely temper, and
that everybody was his enemy, when he ought to be sitting with the
highest in the land. I had realized the extremity of my forlorn state
on a Sunday that passed empty of my father, which felt like his having
gone for ever. My nursemaid came in to assist in settling Mrs. Waddy's
bonnet above the six crisp curls, and while they were about it I sat
quiet, plucking now and then at the brown silk, partly to beg to go
with it, partly in jealousy and love at the thought of its seeing him
from whom I was so awfully separated. Mrs. Waddy took fresh kisses off
my lips, assuring me that my father would have them in twenty minutes,
and I was to sit and count the time. My nursemaid let her out. I
pretended to be absorbed in counting, till I saw Mrs. Waddy pass by the
window. My heart gave a leap of pain. I found the street-door open and
no one in the passage, and I ran out, thinking that Mrs. Waddy would be
obliged to take me if she discovered me by her side in the street.
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