The History of Margaret Catchpole, a Suffolk GirlCobbold, Richard
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The History of Margaret Catchpole, a Suffolk Girl
Cobbold, Richard
Catchpole, Margaret, 1762-1819 -- Fiction
Margaret made her curtsy to the lady, but dared not reply to the
salutation of the old fisherman, lest he should betray the secret of her
heart. She was evidently confused.
"You need not be so proud either, young woman, as to forget a friend;
but you are like the rest of the world:--'Those whom we first serve are
the first to forget us.' Now, to my mind, you're a fit match for Will
Laud, and he's about as ungracious a chap as any I know."
The tear started into Margaret's eye, and she could not utter a word. In
the accents of kindness, however, the lady addressed the trembling girl.
"You must not mind all the wanderings of old Robin, you will be better
acquainted with him hereafter."
"And so will you, ma'am, with her before long. The foul fiend has long
dwelt with her and hers, and you'll soon find that out. I've known her
almost as long as I've known you, ma'am; and if she's a-coming to your
service, why, all I can say is, there will be pretty pranks a-going on
in your house."
Here the poor girl could refrain no longer from tears; she sobbed as if
her heart would break, and the scene more than commonly interested the
benevolent lady.
"What has Robin known of you, young woman, that he should speak so
harshly against you? How have you offended him?"
"I never offended him, ma'am--never that I know of! He was very kind to
me, and once, ma'am--once----" and here Margaret paused, and could not
finish her sentence.
Robin now quickly saw he was mistaken, and going close up to the girl,
he said,--
"I ask your pardon, Peggy! I thought you were proud--I see how it is! I
see how it is!--Forgive me! forgive me, ma'am! She's a good girl; aye,
she's a clever girl! I thought she was a bit proud, so the fiend made me
bark at her, that's all;" and, making his bow, he went with his basket
of fish to the back-door.
The lady evidently saw there was a mystery; but, well knowing the sudden
changes of the bewildered mind of the fisherman, although she always
found a shadow of truth about all his ravings, she placed no faith in
any of his prognostications. She did not again question Margaret upon
that subject, but spoke to her about her duties. She found her fully
sensible of what she might have to do, and quite ready to undertake the
place. She agreed to give her, progressively improving wages, and told
her that as Mr. Stebbing had given her a recommendation, she should try
her. Mrs. Cobbold desired her to come on the morrow, and wished her
good-evening.
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