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 a man who had beaten three bishops, and all the archdeacons in the
country, was of course tenfold of a match for me; and when he rode down
smoothly to me, as he did in a few days' time, and never touched on our
little skirmish, except with a sort of playful hit (so far as his
haughty mind could play), and riding another horse without a word about
the mischief which his favourite mare had taken, and demanded, as a
matter of justice, that having quitted his service now, I should pay
back seven-and-sixpence drawn in advance for wages, I was obliged to
touch my hat, as if I had never made stroke at his, or put my knee upon
him. He had flogged me to such purpose that I ever must admire him; for
the flick of the boatswain's lash was a tickle compared to what Chowne
took out of me; and if I must tell the whole truth, I was prouder of
having knocked down such a wonderful man than of all of my victories put
together. But one of my weak and unreasonable views of life is this,
that having thrashed a man, I feel a great power of goodwill to him, and
a desire to give him quarter, and the more so the less he cries for it.
But, on the whole, I was not so young after all that was said by
everybody, as to imagine for a moment that I had felt the last of him.
The very highest in the land had been compelled to yield to him: as when
he turned out my Lord G----'s horses from the stabling ordered at Lord
G----'s inn. Would such a man accept defeat from a crazy old mariner
like me? Feeling my danger, and meaning never to knock under any more, I
refused, as a matter of principle, to restore so much as a halfpenny;
and if I understand law at all, he was bound to give me another week's
wages, in default of notice. However, I could not get it; and therefore
am glad to quit such trifles.
From all experience it was known that this man never hurried vengeance.
He knew that he was sure to get it; and he liked to dwell upon it, thus
prolonging his enjoyment by the means of hope. He loved, as in the case
of that unfortunate Captain Vellacott, to persuade his enemies that he
had forgiven, or at least forgotten them, and then to surprise them, and
laugh to himself at their ignorance of his nature. So I felt pretty sure
that I had some time till my life would be in danger. For, of course, he
knew that my ferry business, growing in profit daily, would keep me
within his reach for the present, over and above the difficulty of
getting across the Channel now. However, he began upon me sooner than I
expected, on account, perhaps, of my low degree.
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