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
This came home to my sense of experience more than all Hepzibah's divine
predictions or productions. At the same time I saw that Hezekiah was all
abroad in the dark, and groping right and left after the bodily truth.
And what call had he to cry shares with me, because he had more
reputation, and a higher conceit of himself, of course? But it crossed
my mind that this nasty fellow, being perhaps in front of me in some
little tricks of machinery, might be useful afterwards in getting at the
real truth, which often kept me awake at night. Only I was quite
resolved not to encourage roguery, by letting him into partnership.
Perceiving my depth of consideration--for it suited my purpose to hear
him out, and learn how much he suspected--it was natural that he should
try again to impress me yet further by boasting.
"Dyo, I have been at a Latin school for as much as three months
together. My father gave me a rare education, and I made the most of it.
None of your ignorance for me! I am up to the moods and the tenses, the
accidents and the proselytes. The present I know, and the future I know;
the Peter-perfection, and the hay-roost----"
"I call that stuff gibberish. Talk plain English if you can."
"Understand you then so much as this? I speak in a carnal manner now. I
speak as a fool unto a fool. I am up to snuff, good Dyo; I can tell the
time of day."
"Then you are a devilish deal cleverer than any of your clocks are. But
now thou speakest no parables, brother. Now I know what thou meanest.
Thou art up for robbing somebody; and if I would shun Satan's clutches,
I must come and help thee."
"Dyo, this is inconsistent, nor can I call it brotherly. We wish to do
good, both you and I, and to raise a little money for works of love;
you, no doubt, with a good end in view, to console you for much
tribulation; and I with a single eye to the advancement of the cause
which I have at heart, to save many brands from the burning. Then, Dyo,
why not act together? Why not help one another, dear brother; thou with
the good-luck, and I with the brains?"
He laid his hand on my shoulder kindly, with a yearning of his bowels
towards me, such as true Nonconformists feel at the scent of any money.
I found myself also a little moved, not being certain how far it was
wise to throw him altogether over.
But suddenly, by what means I know not, except the will of Providence,
there arose before me that foul wrong which the Nicodemus-Christian had
committed against me some three years back. I had forborne to speak of
it till now, wishing to give the man fair-play.
"Hezekiah, do you remember," I asked, with much solemnity "do you
remember your twentieth wedding-day?"
"Davy, my brother, how many times--never mind talking about that now."
"You had a large company coming, and to whom did you give a special
order to catch you a turbot at tenpence a-pound?"
"Nay, nay, my dear friend Dyo; shall I never get that thing out of your
stupid head?"
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