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
"Any more, any more, old David?"
"Yes, your ladyship, his cow-house, after the cows were all set free,
and his new cart-shed fifty feet long, also his carpenter's shop, and
his cider-press."
"You are the very best man," she answered, with her beautiful eyes full
upon me, "that I have seen, since I was a child. I must think what to do
for you. Did you burn anything more, old Davy?"
"The fire did, your ladyship, three large barns, and a thing they call a
'linhay;' also the granary, and the meal-house, and the apple-room, and
the churn-room, and only missed the dairy by a little nasty slant of
wind."
"What a good thing you have done! There is scarcely any man I know, that
would have shown such courage. Mr Llewellyn, is there anything in my
power to do for you?"
Nothing could have pleased me more than to find this fair young lady
rejoicing in this generous manner at the Parson's misadventure. And her
delight in the contemplation made me almost feel repentance at the
delicate forbearance of the flames from the Rectory itself. But I could
not help reflecting how intense and bitter must be this young harmless
creature's wrong received and dwelling in her mind, ere she could find
pleasure from wild havoc and destruction.
"There is one thing you can do," I answered very humbly; "and it is my
only chance to escape from misconstruction. I never thought, at my time
of life, to begin life so again. But I am now a homeless man, burned out
of my latest refuge, and with none to care for me. Perhaps I may be
taken up to-morrow, or the next day. And with such a man against me, it
must end in hanging."
"I never heard such a thing," she said: "he tries to burn you in your
bed, after blowing you up, and doing his very best to drown you; and
then you are to be hanged because there is a bonfire on his premises! It
is impossible, Mr Llewellyn, to think twice of such a thing."
"Your ladyship may be right," I answered; "and in the case of some one
else, reasoning would convince me. But if I even stop to think twice, it
will lead to handcuffs; and handcuffs lead to halter."
At this she began to be frightened much, and her fright grew worse, as I
described the unpleasantness of hanging; how I had helped myself to run
up nine good men at the yard-arm. And a fine thing for their souls, no
doubt, to stop them from more mischief, and let them go up while the
Lord might think that other men had injured them.
"Your ladyship," I began again, when I saw all her delicate colour
ebbing; "it is not for a poor hunted man to dare to beg a favour."
"Oh yes, it is, it is," she cried; "that is the very time to do it.
Anything in my power, David, after all you have done for me."
"Then all that I want of your ladyship is to get me rated aboard of
Captain Drake Bampfylde's ship."
She coloured up so clearly that I was compelled to look away: and then
she said--
"How do you know--I mean who can have told you that--but are you not
too--perhaps a little----"
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