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
"Now, Isabel, try not to be so foolish. I never could believe such a
thing, and I never will, without clearest proof. I never could feel like
that myself, even if any one wronged me deeply. And in spite of all my
bad luck, Bell, I have never wronged any one. At least more than you
know of."
"Then don't wrong me, my own dear love, by taking no heed of yourself.
Here, there, and everywhere seems to be his nature. You may be proud of
your ship and people, and of course they are proud of you. You may be
ordered to Gibraltar, where they have done so gloriously, or to America,
or to India. But wherever you are, you never can be out of the reach of
that terrible man. His ways are so crooked, and so dark, and so
dreadfully cold-blooded."
"Isabel, Isabel, now be quiet. What an imagination you have! A man in
holy orders, a man of a good old family, who have been ancient friends
of ours----"
"A bad old family, you mean--bad for generations. It does not matter, of
course, what I say, because I am so young and stupid. But you are so
frank, and good, and simple, and so very brave and careless, and I know
that you will own some day--oh, it frightens mo so to think of it!--that
you were wrong in this matter, and your Isabel was right."
What his answer was I cannot tell, because they passed beyond my hearing
upon their way towards the house. The young lady, with her long hair
shining like woven gold in the moonlight, tried (so far as I could see)
to persuade him to come in with her. This, however, he would not do,
though grieving to refuse her; and she seemed to know the reason of it,
and to cease to urge him. In and out of many things, which they seemed
to have to talk of, he showed her the great chest in the dark corner;
and perhaps she paid good heed to it. As to that, how can I tell, when
they both were so far off, and river-fogs arising? Yet one thing I well
could tell, or at any rate could have told it in the times when my blood
ran fast, and my habit of life was romantic. Even though the light was
foggy, and there was no time to waste, these two people seemed so to
stay with a great dislike of severing.
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