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
Be that either way, these two unhappy lovers came along, while I was
wondering at them, yet able to make allowance so, until they must have
seen me, if they had a corner of an eye for anything less than one
another. They stood on a plank that crossed the narrow creek or slot
(wherein I lay, under a willow full of brown leaves), and scarcely ten
yards from me. Here there was a rail across, about as big as a
kidney-bean stick, whereupon they leaned, and looked into the water
under them. Then they sighed, and made such sorrow (streaked somehow
with happiness) that I got myself ready to leap overboard if either or
both of them should jump in. However, they had more sense than that;
though they went on very tenderly, and with a soft strain quite unfit to
belong to a British officer. Being, from ancient though humble birth,
gifted with a deal of delicacy, I pulled out two plugs of tobacco, which
happened to be in my mouth just now, and I spared them both to stop my
ears, though striking inwards painfully. I tried to hear nothing for
ever so long; but I found myself forced to ease out the plugs, they did
smart so confoundedly. And this pair wanted some one now to take a
judicious view of them, for which few men, perhaps, could be found
better qualified than I was. For they carried on in so high a manner,
that it seemed as if they could be cured by nothing short of married
life, of which I had so much experience. And the principal principle of
that state is, that neither party must begin to make too much of the
other side. But being now over that sort of thing, I found myself snug
in a corner, and able to view them with interest and considerable
candour.
"Is there no hope of it, then, after all; after all you have done and
suffered, and the prayers of everybody?" This was the maiden, of course
having right to the first word, and the last of it.
"There is hope enough, my darling; but nothing ever comes of it. And how
can I search out this strange matter, while I am on service always?"
"Throw it up, Drake; my dear heart, for my sake, throw it up, and throw
over all ambition, until you are cleared of this foul shame."
"My ambition is slender now," he answered, "and would be content with
one slender lady." Here he gave her a squeeze, that threatened not only
to make her slenderer, but also to make the rail need more stoutness,
and me to keep ready for plunging. "Nevertheless, you know," he went on,
when the plank and the rail put up with it, "I cannot think of myself
for a moment, while I am thus on duty. We expect orders for America."
"So you said; and it frightens me. If that should be so, what ever, ever
can become of us?"
"My own dear, you are a child; almost a child for a man like me, knocked
about the world so much, and ever so unfortunate."
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