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
We settled between us that my duties were to begin that very day, and my
salary of course to run, also how the lady was to let me know when
wanted, and I to tell her when I discovered anything suspicious. And as
I had been compelled to restore the Parson's gun to his gunmaker, Miss
Carey led me to a place you might almost call an armoury, and bade me
choose any piece I liked, and her own maid should place it where I could
find it that same evening, as though it were to shoot wild-fowl for
them. But she advised me on no account to have any talk with Nanette, or
any servants of the household, whether male or female, not only because
of the wicked reports and cruel slanders prevailing, but also that it
might not be known how I was to act in her interest. And then having
ordered me a good hot dinner in the butler's pantry, as often was done
for poor people, she let me go once, and then called me back, and said,
"Oh, nothing;" and then called me again, and said, looking steadily out
of the window, "By the by, I have quite forgotten to say that there is a
boat belonging to a ship commanded by a son of Sir Philip Bampfylde, a
white boat, with three oars on each side, and sometimes an officer
behind them. If they should happen to come up the river, or to go ashore
upon business here, you need not--I mean, you will quite understand that
no harm whatever is intended to me, and therefore that you may--you see
what I mean."
"To be sure, to be sure, my lady. Of course I may quit my duty so long
as there is a man-of-war's boat in the river; even the boldest and worst
of men would venture nothing against you then."
"Quite so," she replied, looking bravely round, with as much of pride in
her bright blue eyes as of colour on her soft fresh cheeks. So I made my
best bow and departed.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
TWO POOR CHILDREN.
By this time I owe it to all the kind people who have felt some pity for
our Bardie and her fortunes, to put off no longer a few little things
which I ought to tell them. In the first place, they must not think of
me, but look upon me as nobody (treat me, in fact, as I treat myself),
and never ask what I knew just now, and what I came to know afterwards.
Only to trust me (as now they must) to act in all things honourably, and
with no regard to self; and not only that, but with lofty feeling, and a
sense of devotion towards the members of the weaker sex.
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