The Merry Men, and Other Tales and FablesStevenson, Robert Louis
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The Merry Men, and Other Tales and Fables
Stevenson, Robert Louis
Boys -- Fiction; Great Britain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Paranormal fiction; Treasure troves -- Fiction
I will not deny that I was piqued, and perhaps the feeling strengthened
my desire to go, for I was confident that I could break down that
barrier if I desired. “There is nothing offensive in such a
stipulation,” said I; “and I even sympathise with the feeling that
inspired it.”
“It is true they have never seen you,” returned the doctor politely;
“and if they knew you were the handsomest and the most pleasant man
that ever came from England (where I am told that handsome men are
common, but pleasant ones not so much so), they would doubtless make
you welcome with a better grace. But since you take the thing so well,
it matters not. To me, indeed, it seems discourteous. But you will find
yourself the gainer. The family will not much tempt you. A mother, a
son, and a daughter; an old woman said to be halfwitted, a country
lout, and a country girl, who stands very high with her confessor, and
is, therefore,” chuckled the physician, “most likely plain; there is
not much in that to attract the fancy of a dashing officer.”
“And yet you say they are high-born,” I objected.
“Well, as to that, I should distinguish,” returned the doctor. “The
mother is; not so the children. The mother was the last representative
of a princely stock, degenerate both in parts and fortune. Her father
was not only poor, he was mad: and the girl ran wild about the
residencia till his death. Then, much of the fortune having died with
him, and the family being quite extinct, the girl ran wilder than ever,
until at last she married, Heaven knows whom, a muleteer some say,
others a smuggler; while there are some who uphold there was no
marriage at all, and that Felipe and Olalla are bastards. The union,
such as it was, was tragically dissolved some years ago; but they live
in such seclusion, and the country at that time was in so much
disorder, that the precise manner of the man’s end is known only to the
priest—if even to him.”
“I begin to think I shall have strange experiences,” said I.
“I would not romance, if I were you,” replied the doctor; “you will
find, I fear, a very grovelling and commonplace reality. Felipe, for
instance, I have seen. And what am I to say? He is very rustic, very
cunning, very loutish, and, I should say, an innocent; the others are
probably to match. No, no, senor commandante, you must seek congenial
society among the great sights of our mountains; and in these at least,
if you are at all a lover of the works of nature, I promise you will
not be disappointed.”
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