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
The boat came round the corner swiftly of the wooded stretch of rock,
within whose creek I lay concealed; and the officer in the stern-sheets
cried, in the short sharp tone of custom, "Easy, stroke; hold all!" I
heard him jerk the rudder-lines, as they passed within biscuit-toss of
me, and with a heavy sheer he sent her, as if he knew every inch of
water, to the steps of Narnton Court: not the handsome balustrade, only
a landing of narrow stone-way nearer to me than the western end, and
where the river-side terrace stopped. Two men sprang ashore and made the
boat fast at the landing, and then some others lifted out what seemed to
be a heavy chest, and placed it on the topmost step, until the officer,
having landed, signed to them to bear it further to a corner of the
parapet. I could see the whole of these doings, and distinguish him by
his uniform, because the boat and the group of sailors were not more
than fifty yards from me, and almost in the track of the moon from the
place where I was hiding. In a minute or two all returned to the boat,
with the exception of the officer, and I heard him give orders from the
shore--
"Round the point, men! Keep close, and wait for me under the Yellow Hook
I showed you."
The coxswain jumped into the stern-sheets; in a second or two they had
put about, and the light gig pulling six good oars shot by me, on the
first of the ebb, as swiftly almost as the wild ducks flew. Meanwhile
the officer stood and gazed until they had rounded the western point,
from which they had spoiled my shot so; and knowing the vigilant
keenness of a British captain's eyes, I feared that he might espy my
punt, which would have disgraced me dreadfully. And even without this I
felt how much I would rather be far away. There could have been no man
more against my taste to keep a watch upon than a captain in the royal
navy, whose father might have been over me. And vigorously as I called
to mind that all I was doing must be for his good, as well as for that
of his relatives, I could not find that satisfaction which ought to flow
from such benevolence. However, it now was too late to back out, even if
my desire to know the end of this matter allowed of it.
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