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
The porter was sent for, and our hero soon executed his task, not only
with a precision but with a rapidity that was highly satisfactory to Mr
Sleek. As soon as the articles were all collected, Joey asked whether
he should take them on board--"I understand the work, Mr Sleek, and not
even an egg shall be broke, I promise you." The second part of the
commission was executed with the same precision by our hero, who
returned with a receipt of every article having been delivered safe and
in good condition. Mr Sleek was delighted with our hero, and told Mr
Small so when they met in the evening. Mr Sleek's opinion was given in
the presence of Mrs Phillips and Emma, who exchanged glances of
satisfaction at Joey's fortunate _debut_.
CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT.
IN WHICH THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE TURNS A SPOKE OR TWO IN FAVOUR OF OUR
HERO.
If we were to analyse the feelings of our hero towards Emma Phillips, we
should hardly be warranted in saying that he was in love with her,
although at seventeen years young men are very apt to be, or so to fancy
themselves. The difference in their positions was so great, that,
although our hero would, in his dreams, often fancy himself on most
intimate terms with his kind little patroness, in his waking thoughts
she was more an object of adoration and respect,--a being to whom he was
most ardently and devotedly attached,--one whose friendship and kindness
had so wrought upon his best feelings, that he would have thought it no
sacrifice to die for her; but the idea of ever being closer allied to
her than he now was had not yet entered into his imagination; all he
ever thought was that, if ever he united himself to any female for life,
the party selected must be like Emma Phillips; or, if not, he would
remain single. All his endeavours were to prove himself worthy of her
patronage, and to be rewarded by her smiles of encouragement when they
met. She was the lodestar which guided him on to his path of duty, and,
stimulated by his wishes to find favour in her sight, Joey never relaxed
in his exertions; naturally active and methodical, he was indefatigable,
and gave the greatest satisfaction to Mr Sleek, who found more than
half the labour taken off his hands; and, further, that if Joey once
said a thing should be done, it was not only well done, but done to the
very time that was stipulated for its completion. Joey cared not for
meals, or anything of that kind, and often went without his dinner.
"Sleek," said Small, one day, "that poor boy will be starved."
"It's not my fault, sir; he won't go to his dinner if there is anything
to do; and, as there is always something to do, it's as clear as the day
that he can get no dinner. I wish he was living in the house
altogether, and came to his meals with us after the work was done; it
would be very advantageous, and much time saved."
"Time is money, Sleek. Time saved is money saved; and therefore he is
worthy of his food. It shall be so. Do you see to it."
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