The Pilot: A Tale of the SeaCooper, James Fenimore
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The Pilot: A Tale of the Sea
Cooper, James Fenimore
Historical fiction; Sea stories; United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Naval operations -- Fiction; War stories
“You could not speak with more accuracy,” returned the young sailor,
with a look that sent the conscious blood to the temples of the lady,
“though you had made marine terms your study.”
“The profession requires less thought, perhaps, than you imagine, sir;
but is this towing often done, as Captain Borroughcliffe--I beg his
pardon--as the monks have it, sub silentio?”
“Spare me, fair lady,” cried the captain, “and we will establish a
compact of mutual grace; you to forgive my learning, and I to suppress
my suspicions.”
“Suspicions, sir, is a word that a lady must defy.”
“And defiance a challenge that a soldier can never receive; so I
must submit to talk English, though the fathers of the church were my
companions. I suspect that Miss Plowden has it in her power to explain
the manner of Mr. Christopher Dillon's departure.”
The lady did not reply, but a second burst of merriment succeeded, of a
liveliness and duration quite equal to the former.
“How's this?” exclaimed the colonel; “permit me to say, Miss Plowden,
your mirth is very extraordinary! I trust no disrespect has been offered
to my kinsman? Mr. Griffith, our terms are, that the exchange shall only
be made on condition that equally good treatment has been extended to
the parties!”
“If Mr. Dillon can complain of no greater evil than that of being
laughed at by Miss Plowden, sir, he has reason to call himself a happy
fellow.”
“I know not, sir; God forbid that I should forget what is due to my
guests, gentlemen!--but ye have entered my dwelling as foes to my
prince.”
“But not to Colonel Howard, sir.”
“I know no difference, Mr. Griffith. King George or Colonel
Howard--Colonel Howard or King George. Our feelings, our fortunes,
and our fate, are as one; with the mighty odds that Providence has
established between the prince and his people! I wish no other fortune
than to share, at an humble distance, the weal or woe of my sovereign!”
“You are not called upon, dear sir, to do either, by the thoughtlessness
of us ladies,” said Cecilia, rising; “but here comes one who should turn
our thoughts to a more important subject--our dress.”
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