The Grateful Indian, and Other StoriesKingston, William Henry Giles
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The Grateful Indian, and Other Stories
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Children's stories; Juvenile literature; Poetry
"Which he repays by aspiring to my cousin's hand," answered Harry.
"Were he a man of family I should say nothing, of course; but he is,
sir, a mere adventurer. His father is a common boatswain--a warrant
officer--not a gentleman even by courtesy, and his mother, for what I
know to the contrary, might have been a bum-boat woman, and his
relations, if he had any, are probably all of the lowest order."
The colonel walked up and down the room very much annoyed. "Though what
you say may be true, Harry, that cannot detract from Captain Ripley's
fine qualities nor relieve me of the obligations I owe him," he observed
after a time. "Of course, were he to dream of marrying Alice, that
would alter the case, and I should be compelled to put a stop to our
present friendly intercourse; but I do not believe that such an idea
enters his head. He is like you sailors generally, here to-day and gone
to-morrow. Probably when he leaves this we may not see him again for
years to come."
"Not so sure of that," said Harry; "Ripley was always very determined
when he made up his mind to do a thing, and you will pardon me, uncle,
but the way in which he was speaking to her when I came into the room
was anything but that of an ordinary acquaintance."
"I'll see about it, I'll see about it," exclaimed the colonel, now more
than ever annoyed. "It is impossible that a man of such low extraction
should aspire to the hand of my daughter. The idea is too absurd!"
Harry Verner retired to rest that night under the comfortable belief
that he had revenged himself on the man whom he had always disliked, and
now envied, for his rapid promotion and success.
V.
The arrival of the "Hecate" relieved the "Vestal," which was ordered to
proceed at once to sea. Poor Alice received Captain Ripley with marks
of sorrow in her countenance which alarmed him. "My father will not
hear of it," she exclaimed, giving way to a burst of grief; "but I told
him, and I promise you, that I will marry no one else."
"I know, I feel, and I am sure you will not, dearest," said Pearce,
tenderly gazing at her. "And be of good courage, I trust yet to do
deeds and to gain a name to which those who now scorn me for my humble
birth may be proud to ally themselves."
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