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
"We are all sinful creatures, Mary," replied Mrs Austin; "and who is
there that has not fallen into error? The Scriptures say, `Let him who
is without sin cast the first stone;' nay more, Mary, `There is more joy
over one sinner that repenteth than over ninety and nine who need no
repentance.' Shall I then be harsh to you, my poor girl? No, no. By
trusting me you have made me your friend; you must be mine, Mary, for I
want a friend now."
Poor Mary fell on her knees before Mrs Austin, and wept over her hand
as she kissed it repeatedly.
Mrs Austin was much affected, and as the contrite girl recovered
herself, Mrs Austin leaned on her elbow, and putting her arm round
Mary's neck, drew her head towards her, and gently kissed her on the
brow.
"You are, indeed, a kind friend, madam," said Mary, after a pause, "and
may the Almighty reward you! You are unhappy; I know not why, but I
would die to serve you. I only wish that you would let me prove it."
"First, Mary, tell me as much of your own history as you choose to tell;
I wish to know it."
Mary then entered into the details of her marriage, her husband's
conduct, her subsequent career, and her determination to lead a new
life, which she had so sincerely proved by her late conduct.
Mary having concluded her narrative, Mrs Austin addressed her thus:--
"Mary, if you imagine that you have fallen in my good opinion, after
what you have confessed to me, you are much mistaken; you have, on the
contrary, been raised. There have been few, very few, that have had the
courage and fortitude that you have shown, or who could have succeeded
as you have done. I was afraid to trust you before, but now I am not.
I will not ask you not to betray me, for I am sure you will not. On two
points only my lips are sealed; and the reason why they are sealed is
that the secret is not mine alone, and I have not permission to divulge
it. That I am deeply interested in that boy is certain; nay, that he is
a near and very dear connection is also the case; but what his exact
relationship is towards me I must not at present say. You have asserted
your belief of his innocence, and I tell you that you are right; he did
not do the deed; I know who did, but I dare not reveal the name."
"That is exactly what Joey said to me, madam," observed Mary, "and,
moreover, that he never would reveal it, even if he were on his trial."
"I do not think that he ever will, Mary," rejoined Mrs Austin, bursting
into tears. "Poor boy! it is horrible that he should suffer for an
offence that he has not committed."
"Surely, madam, if he is found guilty they will not hang him, he was
such a child."
"I scarcely know."
"It's very odd that his father and mother have disappeared in the manner
they did; I think it is very suspicious," observed Mary.
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