The Colloquies of Edward Osborne, Citizen and Clothworker of LondonManning, Anne
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The Colloquies of Edward Osborne, Citizen and Clothworker of London
Manning, Anne
Biographical fiction; London (England) -- History -- 16th century -- Fiction; Osborne, Edward, 1530?-1591 -- Fiction
Master _Hewet_ was anxious, one Forenoon, to communicate by Letter with
an Agent on the Point of embarquing for _Callice_. I had a Race against
Time to the Quay, sped my Errand, and returned beneath a broiling
Noon-day Sun. When I got back, I was overheated and very thirsty, and
thought I would step into the Kitchen for a Drink of cold Water. I had
pulled off my warm blue Gown to cool myself, and went into the Kitchen
with it hanging on my Arm. Leaning forth of the Lattice, according unto
her Wont, was _Tib_, a parleying with the next Door Servant; and with
her left Arm cast about the Waist of Mistress _Anne_, who sate on the
Window-sill with her Back to the River. On seeing me come in, the little
Maiden clapped her Hands, which startling _Tib_, who supposed herself
caught by Mistress _Fraunces_, she maketh no more Ado, but turns short
round in a Flurry, giving a Lurch with her left Arm that cast the pretty
Innocent headlong into the River. I remember _Tib_ squealed; but without
a second Thought, I dropped my Gown that so luckily was off, and took a
Leap that was clean sixty Feet into the River, without so much as a
Thought what I should do when I got there. I remember the Blow the Water
gave my Head, and what a Way I went down, and how I bobbed up again, as
Providence would have it, with the dear little Fondling within
Arm's-length of me, drifting towards the Fall beyond the Arch. I
clutched at her by the pretty Waist, just as the Eddy was going to suck
her in, and, striking out once or twice with the other Arm, though the
Rapids were bearing me down horribly, found myself the next Minute a
clinging on to the Sterling, without Power to climb up it, so spent was
I, and feeling as if I must lose Hold of little _Anne_ after all! I wot
not how much of the Noise I then seemed to hear was the Water singing in
mine Ears, and the Uproar of the Falls; howbeit, there were People
hallooing above and around, and my Master's Voice a-top of all, from the
Parlour Window, overhead, crying, "Hold on, _Ned_, for thy Life! we'll
save you, my brave Boy! Cling to him, _Anne_, if he can't cling to thee!"
[Illustration: "And took a leap"]
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