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
But, as we gazed, we observed that the actresses appeared to have
grown tired of the company they were in, and, softly rising, they went
over to the hangers and took down their camlet cloaks and hoods and
prepared to depart. The one called Doll took from her purse a piece of
silver which she flung to the waiter, and said some words to him
accompanied by a gesture towards my cousin and the other youth and
also by a laugh--perhaps she said that 'twas all the vail he would get
that night!--and then without more ado she passed with her friend out
into the street. But they came forth so swiftly that Oliver and I had
no time to do more than withdraw our eyes from the window and appear
to be talking, as though we were acquaintances met in the street,
before they were both upon us, and, fixing her eye upon me, Doll
recognised me again in a moment. "Why," she said to her friend, with
her saucy laugh, "'tis the pretty youth who was in the tavern but an
hour ago." And then, turning to me, she went on, "Young sir, you
should be a-bed by now. The night air is bad for--for young gentlemen.
Yet, perhaps, you have a tryst here with some maid, or"--but now she
halted in her speech and, bending her brows upon me, said--"or, no, it
cannot be that you are concerned in the foul plot Mr. St. Amande spoke
of within. No, no! That cannot be. You did not appear to know him, nor
he you. Yet, again, that might be part of the plot, too." And once
more she looked steadfastly at me.
I would have answered her but Oliver took the word now, and speaking
up boldly to her, said:
"Madam, if my young master be concerned at all in the plot of which
you speak it is to thwart it, as, by good chance, he most assuredly
will do. Therefore, since you say it is 'foul,' by which I gather that
you do not approve of it, I pray you pass on and leave us to do our
best."
She looked at his great form and at me, her friend standing always
close by her side, and then she said to me:
"Who are you? No friend of his, assuredly. And if such be the case, as
it seems, then I heartily wish that your attempts to thwart his villainy
may be successful. Oh! 'tis a shame--a shame."
"I guessed you thought as much," I answered in reply to her, "from
what I overheard you say within. Therefore, I make bold to tell you
that he will doubtless be so thwarted. And, if you would hear the
ending of the plot which he described to you to-night, and which I
assure you was incomplete, you will have to wait a little longer.
Then, if I have the honour to encounter you again, it shall be told.
Meanwhile, if you wish us well, I beg of you to leave us. He may come
out at any moment when your presence would interfere with our plans."
"So be it," she replied, "and so farewell, and fortune go with you.
And--stay--I should like to hear the ending of that gallant and
courteous young gentleman's plot; a line to Mistress Doll Morris at
the New Theatre in Aungier Street will reach me. Farewell."
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