The Fortunes of the Colville Family; or, A Cloud with its Silver LiningSmedley, Frank E. (Frank Edward)
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The Fortunes of the Colville Family; or, A Cloud with its Silver Lining
Smedley, Frank E. (Frank Edward)
Christmas stories; English fiction -- 19th century; Families -- Fiction
“Do not be alarmed, ladies, I am quite able to protect you.” Then,
pointing to the fallen man with his stick, which he slightly shook at
him with a menacing gesture, he continued--“Has the scoundrel robbed you
of anything but the purse?” As she turned to answer, Emily raised her
eyes to the speaker’s face. He was young, apparently not more than five
or six and twenty; the exertion he had undergone had caused a bright
flush to overspread his usually pale features; even at that moment his
look was calm and spiritual; the prevailing expression of his face was
power, which revealed itself in his flashing eyes and stern, compressed
mouth; his voice, when he spoke, sounded peculiarly rich and sweet. When
Emily had informed him that, with the exception of the purse, they had
sustained no loss, he continued--
“But he was struggling with you when I came up; he must, surely, have
hurt you; are you quite uninjured?”
Both the gils having assured him that they were merely frightened,
and that until the moment before he appeared, the man had simply been
begging of them, the stranger turned to his prostrate foe, saying--
“It would only serve you right for your unmanly attack on two
defenceless women, if I were to avail myself of the advantage I have
gained over you to take you into custody and have you punished for the
offence you have committed; but as I wish to spare these ladies the
alarm of witnessing any further struggle between us, I shall, with their
permission, let you go; but mind this, I shall give a description
of your appearance at the nearest police-station; and if you do not
immediately quit this part of the country, you will have rather more
attention paid you than you will find by any means agreeable. So now
take yourself off while you may.”
As he spoke, he removed his foot from the scoundrels breast, and with
difficulty restraining an impulse to bestow upon him a parting kick,
allowed him to rise and slink doggedly away. And now the Rosebud,
who, between alarm, and gratitude, and shyness, and an embarrassing
consciousness that their champion was young and handsome, was altogether
in a great state of agitation and excitement, felt it incumbent upon
her, as spokeswoman, to express her sentiments as best she might.
Accordingly, with some hesitation and many blushes, which unfortunately
the increasing darkness rendered invisible, she informed the stranger
how very much obliged to him they were: and impressed upon his mind
the state of abject terror from which he had relieved them, glancing
slightly at the anxiety they felt for the favourable termination of the
combat, and their admiration of, and gratitude for, his heroic conduct.
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