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
For this parson was of tender nature, although so wild and reckless; and
in his light way he was moved at the wretched plight of this small
creature, and the signs of heavy stripes upon him. Not all over him, as
the Parson said, being prone to exaggerate; but only extending over his
back, and his hams, and other convenient places. And perhaps my jacket
made them smart, for he roared every time I lifted him. And every time I
set him down, he stared with a wistful kind of wonder at our clothes,
and at the noble horse, as if he were trying to remember something.
"Where can they have picked up this poor little beggar?" said Parson
Jack, more to himself than to me: "he looks of a different breed
altogether. I wonder if this is one of Stoyle's damned tricks." And all
the way back he spoke never a word, but seemed to be worrying with
himself. But I having set the child down on his feet, and dusted my
clothes, and cleaned myself, followed the poor little creature's toddle,
and examined him carefully. The rest of the children seemed to hate him,
and he, to shrink out of their way almost; and yet he was the only fine
and handsome child among them. For in spite of all the dirt upon it, his
face was honest, and fair, and open, with large soft eyes of a dainty
blue, and short thick curls of yellow hair that wanted combing sadly.
And though he had rolled in muddy places, as little wild children always
do, for the sake of keeping the cold out, his skin was white, where the
mud had peeled, and his form lacked nothing but washing.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
IN A STATE OF NATURE.
Now all these things contributed, coming as they did so rapidly, to
arouse inside me a burning and almost desperate curiosity. It was in
vain that I said to myself, "these are no concerns of mine: let them
manage their own affairs: the less I meddle, the better for me: I seem
to be in a barbarous land, and I must expect things barbarous. And after
all, what does it come to, compared with the great things I have seen,
ay, and played my part in?" To reason thus, and regard it thus, and seek
only to be quit of it, was a proof of the highest wisdom any man could
manifest: if he could only stick to it. And this I perceived, and thus I
felt, and praised myself for enforcing it so; until it became not only
safe, but a bounden duty to reward my conscience by a little talk or so.
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