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
This I promised, and so went a-fishing, wondering what in the world
would become of the queerest fish I had ever caught, as well as the
highest-flavoured one. It now seemed a toss-up whether or not something
or other might turn up, in the course of one's life, about her. At any
rate she was doing well, with her very bright spirits to help her, and
even Black Evan, so broken down as not to be hard upon any one. And as
things fell out to take me from her, without any warning, upon the whole
it was for the best to find the last sight comfortable.
And a man of my power must not always be poking after babies, even the
best that were ever born. Tush, what says King David, who was a
great-grandfather of mine; less distant than Llewellyn Harper, but as
much respected; in spite of his trying to contribute Jewish blood to the
lot of us in some of his rasher moments? But ancestor though we
acknowledge him (when our neighbourhood has a revival), I will not be
carried away by his fame to copy, so much as to hearken him. The autumn
now grew fast upon us, and the beach was shifting; and neither room nor
time remained for preaching under the sandhills, even if any one could
be found with courage to sit under them. And as the nights turned cold
and damp, everybody grumbled much; which was just and right enough, in
balance of their former grumbling at the summer drought and heat. And it
was mainly this desire not to be behind my neighbours in the comfort and
the company of grumbling and exchanging grumbles, which involved me in a
course of action highly lowering to my rank and position in society, but
without which I could never have been enabled to tell this story. And
yet before entering on that subject, everybody will want to know how I
discharged my important and even arduous duties as trustee through Sir
Philip's munificence for both those little children. In the first place,
I felt that my position was strictly confidential, and that it would be
a breach of trust to disclose to any person (especially in a loquacious
village) a matter so purely of private discretion. Three parties there
were to be considered, and only three, whatever point of view one chose
to take of it. The first of these was Sir Philip, the second the two
children, and the third of course myself. To the first my duty was
gratitude (which I felt and emitted abundantly), to the second both zeal
and integrity; and for myself there was one course only (to which I am
naturally addicted), namely, a lofty self-denial. This duty to myself I
discharged at once, by forming a stern resolution not to charge either
of those children so much as a single farthing for taking care of her
property until she was twenty-one years of age. Then as regards the
second point, I displayed my zeal immediately, by falling upon Bunny
soon after daylight, and giving her a small-tooth-combing to begin with,
till the skin of her hair was as bright as a prawn; after which, without
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