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
"You will stay as long as I please, Llewellyn. That second guinea, which
you pouched so promptly, is to enable you to come to me, by day or by
night, on the very moment you see anything worth reporting. You are
afraid of the dogs? Yes, all rogues are. Here, take this whistle. They
are trained to obey it--they will crouch and fawn to you when you blow
it." He gave me a few more minute instructions, and then showed me out
by a little side-door; and all the way back such a weight was upon me,
and continual presence of strange black eyes, and dread of some hovering
danger, that I answered the driver to never a word, nor cared for any of
his wondrous stories about the naked people (whose huts we beheld in a
valley below us); nay, not even--though truly needing it, and to my own
great amazement--could I manage a drop of my pittance of rum. So the
driver got it after all, or at least whatever remained of it, while I
wished myself back at Old Newton Nottage, and seemed to be wrapped in an
evil dream. Both horse and driver, however, found themselves not only
thankful, but light-hearted, at getting away from Nympton Moor. Jack
even sang a song when five miles off, and in his clumsy way rallied me.
But finding this useless, he said that it was no more than he had
expected; because it was known that it always befell every man who
forgot his baptism, and got into dealings with Parson Chowne.
CHAPTER XXX.
ON DUTY.
There are many people who cannot enter into my meaning altogether. This
I have felt so often that now I may have given utterance to it once or
possibly twice before. If so, you will find me consistent wholly, and
quite prepared to abide by it. In all substantial things I am clearer
than the noon-day sun itself; and, to the very utmost farthing,
righteous and unimpeachable. Money I look at, now and then, when it
comes across me; and I like it well enough for the sake of the things it
goes for. But as for committing an action below the honour of my family
and ancestors (who never tuned their harps for less than a mark
a-night), also, and best of all, my own conscience--a power that thumps
all night like a ghost if I have not strictly humoured it,--for me to
talk of such things seems almost to degrade the whole of them.
Therefore, if any one dreams, in his folly, that I would play the spy
upon that great house over the river, I have no more to say, except that
he is not worthy to read my tale. I regard him with contempt, and loathe
him for his vile insinuations. Such a man is only fit to take the place
of a spy himself, and earn perhaps something worth talking of, if his
interest let him talk of it. For taking friendly observation of Narnton
Court, for its inmates' sake, I was to have just five shillings a-week!
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