The Poacher; Or, Joseph RushbrookMarryat, Frederick
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The Poacher; Or, Joseph Rushbrook
Marryat, Frederick
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Murder -- Fiction; Poachers -- Fiction
That Austin repented bitterly of the crime which he had committed is not
to be doubted; but it was not with the subdued soul of a Christian. His
pride was continually struggling within him, and was not yet conquered;
this it was that made him alternately self-condemning and irascible, and
it was the continual warfare in his soul which was undermining his
constitution.
Austin sent for medical advice for his supposed complaint. The country
practitioner, who could discover nothing, pronounced it to be an
affection of the heart. He was not far wrong; and Mr Austin's illness
was generally promulgated. Cards and calls were the consequence, and
Austin kept himself a close but impatient prisoner in his own house.
His hunters remained in the stables, his dogs in the kennel, and every
one intimated that Mr Austin was labouring under a disease from which
he would not recover. At first this was extremely irksome to Austin,
and he was very impatient; but gradually he became reconciled, and even
preferred his sedentary and solitary existence. Books were his chief
amusement, but nothing could minister to a mind diseased, or drive out
the rooted memory of the brain. Austin became more morose and
misanthropic every day, and at last would permit no one to come near him
but his valet and his wife.
Such was the position of his parents, when Joey was proceeding to their
abode.
CHAPTER THIRTY SIX.
OUR HERO FALLS IN WITH AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE, AND IS NOT VERY MUCH
DELIGHTED.
We left our hero rolling his knife-grinder's wheel towards his father's
house. It must be confessed that he did it very unwillingly. He was
never very fond of it at any time; but, since he had taken possession of
Spikeman's property, and had received from Mary the intelligence that he
was worth 350 pounds more, he had taken a positive aversion to it. It
retarded his movements, and it was hard work when he had not to get his
livelihood by it. More than once he thought of rolling it into a
horsepond, and leaving it below low-water mark; but then he thought it a
sort of protection against inquiry, and against assault, for it told of
poverty and honest employment; so Joey rolled on, but not with any
feelings of regard towards his companion.
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