The Land of Bondage: A RomanceBloundelle-Burton, John
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The Land of Bondage: A Romance
Bloundelle-Burton, John
Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
"Must it be so soon?" I asked coyly, and with a blush upon my cheeks
that was not caused by the blaze of the logs. "Must it be now?"
"In very truth it must," he answered. "I must away to England as
swiftly as may be. See here, sweet, what I have found at Jamestown
to-day." Then with one arm round my waist, he drew forth with his
disengaged hand a packet of letters from his pocket and began to read
them to me.
"The Marquis," he said first, "grows old, nay, has grown old; he is
seventy-five if an hour. List what he says," and continued his reading
of a letter from that noble kinsman:
"I would have you here ere I die so that I may publicly announce you
as my heir, and this I will do in my own house when you return, though
even then I can of no certainty promise that the Lords will enrol you
as such immediately after my death, since they are not so easily
persuaded as their brothers in Dublin. Yet come, I say, come as soon
as may be. Your mother, too, grows more feeble, worn almost to her
grave by the slanders which your uncle and the man Considine--who
scruples not to say openly that you are none other than _his_
son--puts about you; and in truth I do think these calumnies will kill
her ere long. She rages terribly against them both, and calls on me
and many of the peers in power to punish them; yet what are we to do?"
"The vile wretches!" I exclaimed, as I nestled close to him. "Oh! the
vile wretches! Oh! my darling, that thus your birthright should be so
assailed."
"Yet will I have vengeance," he exclaimed, while his eyes glowed with
resentment. "Yet shall the fellow Considine regret that he has ever
dared to call me his son. His--his. God! My uncle's drunken pander!"
and for a while his rage was terrible to witness.
Then, taking up another letter, he said, "This also I found at
Jamestown to-day. It is from her, from my mother."
She, too, wrote saying how earnestly she desired that he might soon be
able to return home, and more especially so as she heard that the
fleet under Sir Chaloner Ogle was about to do so. Then, after
mentioning somewhat the same news as the Marquis had done, she went
on:
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