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 made it dreadfully grievous for me not to be getting home again;
and my heart was like a sprouted onion when I thought of Bardie. Bunny
would fight on, I knew, and get converted to the Church in the house of
our churchwarden, and perhaps be baptised after all, which my wife never
would have done to her. However, I did not care for that, because no
great harm could come of it; and if the Primitives gave her ribbons, the
Church would be bound to grant Honiton lace.
Thinking of all my engagements, and compacts, and serious trusteeships,
and the many yearnings after me, I told Bethel Jose, in so many words,
that I was not a black man, but a white man, unable to be trampled on,
and prepared (unless they could show me better) to place my matter in
the hands of his worship, no less than the Mayor of Barnstaple. Fuzzy
grinned, and so did Ike; and finding the mayor sitting handsomely upon
the very next market-day, I laid my case before him. His worship (as
keeping a grocer's shop, at which I had bought three pounds of onions,
and a quarter of a pound of speckled cheese, and half an ounce of
tobacco) was much inclined to do me justice; and, indeed, began to do so
in a loud and powerful voice, and eager for people to hearken him. But
somebody whispered something to him, containing, no doubt, the great
Parson's name, and he shrank back into his hole, and discharged my
summons, like a worm with lime laid on his tail.
Such things are painful; yet no man must insist upon them hardly,
because our ancestors got on among far greater hardships. And it would
prove us a bad low age if we turned sour about them. We are the finest
fellows to fight that were ever according to Providence; we ought to be
thankful for this great privilege (as I mean to show by-and-by), and I
would not shake hands with any man, who, for trumpery stuff, would dare
to make such a terrible force internal.
This grand soundness of my nature led me to go under orders, though
acquit of legal contract, only seeking to do the right while receiving
the money beforehand. Now this created a position of trust, for it
involved a strong confidence in one's honour. Any man paying me
beforehand places me at a disadvantage, which is hardly fair of him. I
do not like to refuse him, because it would seem so ungraceful; and yet
I can never be sure but that I ought to take consideration.
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