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 who would believe that the whole of all this was wrought in my not
very foolish mind, by the sight of a beautiful high-bred face, and the
sound of a very sweet softening voice? Also the elegant manner in which
she never asked what the passage would come to, but gave me a bright and
true half-crown for herself and that frippery French girl. I must be a
fool; no doubt I am, when the spirit of ancestors springs within me,
spoiling all trade; as an inborn hiccough ruins the best pipe that ever
was filled. For though I owed three tidy bills, I had no comfort until I
drilled a little hole in that bright half-crown, and hung it with my
charms and knobs and caul inside my Jersey. And thus the result became
permanent, and my happiness was in my heart again, and all my
self-respect leaped up as ready to fight as it ever had been, when I had
shaped a firm resolve to shake off Chowne, like the devil himself.
I cannot imagine a lower thing than for any man to say--and some were
even to that degree base--that I thus resolved upon calculation, and
ability now to get on without him, and balance of his three half-crowns
against the income of my ferry, with which I admit that his work
interfered. Neither would any but a very vile man dare to cast
reflections upon me, for having created by skill and eloquence a small
snug trade in the way of fish, and of those birds which are sent by the
Lord in a casual way, and without any ownership, for the good of us
unestated folk. While I deny as unequivocally as if upon oath before
magistrates, that more than fifty hares and pheasants--but there! I may
go on for ever rebutting those endless charges and calumnies, which the
mere force of my innocent candour seems to strike out of maliciousness.
Once for all, I never poach, I never stab salmon, I never smuggle, I
never steal boats, I never sell fish with any stink outside of it,--and
how can I tell what it does inside, or what it may do afterwards? I
never tell lies to anybody who does not downright call for it; and you
may go miles and miles, I am sure, to find a more thoroughly honourable,
good-hearted, brave, and agreeable man.
Now I did not mean to say any of this, when I began about it; neither am
I in the habit of deigning even to clear myself; but once beginning with
an explanation, I found it the best to start clear again; because Parson
Chowne, and my manner towards him (which for the life of me I could not
help), also my service under him, and visit at his house, and so on, and
even my liking for Parson Jack (after his sale to Satan, though managed
without his privity), as well as my being had up for shooting pheasants
with a telescope;--these and many other things, too small now to dwell
upon, may have spread a cloud betwixt my poor self and my readers; and a
cloud whose belly is a gale of wind.
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