The Maid of SkerBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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The Maid of Sker
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Foundlings -- Fiction; Romance fiction; Wales -- Fiction
I will not say that my inner movements may not have been uneasy, in
spite of all my rectitude; however, I showed their two worships inside,
in the very host style of the quarter-deck such as I had gathered from
that coroneted captain, my proud connection with whom, perhaps, I may
have spoken of ere this, or at any rate ought to have done so, for I had
the honour of swabbing his pumps for him almost every morning; and he
was kind enough to call me "Davy."
Every Briton, in his own house, is bound to do his utmost; so I touched
my grey forelock, and made two good bows, and set a chair for each of
them, happening to have no more just now, though with plenty of money to
buy them. Self-controlled as I always am, many things had tried me, of
late, almost to the verge of patience; such imputations as fall most
tenderly on a sorrowful widower; and my pure admiration of Bardie, and
certainty of her lofty birth, had made me the more despise such
foulness. So it came to pass that two scandalous men were given over by
the doctors (for the pole I had cut was a trifle too thick),
nevertheless they recovered bravely, and showed no more gratitude
towards God, than to take out warrants against me! But their low devices
were frustrated by the charge being taken before Colonel Lougher. And
what did that excellent magistrate do? He felt himself compelled to do
something. Therefore he fined me a shilling per head for the two heads
broken, with 10s. costs (which he paid, as usual), and gave me a very
severe reprimand.
"Llewellyn," he said, "the time is come for you to leave off this course
of action. I do not wonder that you felt provoked; but you must seek for
satisfaction in the legal channels. Suppose these men had possessed thin
heads, why you might have been guilty of murder! Make out his commitment
to Cardiff Gaol, in default of immediate payment."
All this was good, and sustained one's faith in the efficacy of British
law; and trusting that nothing might now be amiss in the minds of these
two magistrates, I fetched the block of sycamore, whereupon my fish were
in the habit of having their fins and tails chopped off; and there I
sate down, and presented myself both ready and respectful. On the other
hand, my visitors looked very grave and silent; whether it were to
prolong my doubts, or as having doubts of their own, perhaps.
"Your worships," I began at last, in fear of growing timorous, with any
longer waiting--"your worships must have driven far."
"To see you, Llewellyn," Squire Stew said, with a nasty snap, hoping the
more to frighten me.
"Not only a pleasure to me, your worships, but a very great honour to my
poor house. What will your worships be pleased to eat? Butcher's meat I
would have had, if only I had known of it. But one thing I can truly
say, my cottage has the best of fish."
"That I can believe," said Stew; "because you sell all the worst to me.
Another such a trick, Llewellyn, and I have you in the stocks."
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