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
"To be sure it was, dear Henry. Yours is what was asked for. My rule is
never to interrupt you, but to listen silently."
"To be sure, Eleanor, to be sure! And we always agree in the end, my
dear. But so far as I can judge at present, Llewellyn, although with the
very best meaning----"
"And a display of the greatest valour. Come, Colonel, even by his own
account----"
"Yes, my dear, great valour, no doubt, coupled with very sound
discretion. Yet when I come to consider the whole, I really do think
that your hero might have entered more fully into these particulars
about the boat. Of course, he had no motive, and it was simply an error
of judgment----"
"Henry, there was no error at all. What could he do when they would not
even listen to him about the name of the ship? If they would not listen
about a ship, is it likely they would listen about a boat? And a very
small atom of a boat! The thing is too ridiculous."
Perceiving a pause, I made my bow; for the very last thing I could
desire would be to sow a controversy between the gentleman and lady,
whom of all the county I esteemed the most and loved the best. And I
knew that if I caused dissension in a pair so well united, each would
think the less of me, when they came to make it up together. Moreover,
my object was attained. Their attention was drawn to the child again:
the Colonel, as the nearest magistrate, was put in legal charge of her:
I was now quit of all concealment: and Lady Bluett had promised to see
to the poor thing's education, if ever she should need any.
This I hoped with all my heart that she would do, and quickly too. And
indeed she was growing at such a pace after that long illness, also
getting so wonderfully clever about almost everything, and full of
remarks that might never strike a grown man till he thought of them,
that the only way or chance I saw of taking the genius out of her, was
to begin her education. Forgetting just now a good deal of my own, and
being so full of artillery, I got Master Berkrolles to make the first
start, and show her the way to the alphabet. Our Bunny now could spell
"cat" and "dog," and could make a good shot at some other words, and
enjoyed a laugh at children (head and shoulders over her) whenever they
went amiss, and she from the master's face was sure of it. But Bardie
had never been to school; for I thought it below her rank so much; and
now I contrived for our great schoolmaster to come to my cottage, and
there begin.
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