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
"`_Allons, messieurs_!' said the _conducteur_; and when I got in I found
myself the sixth person, and opposite to the lady: for all the other
passengers were of my own sex. Having fixed our hats up to the roof,
wriggled and twisted a little so as to get rid of coat-tails, etcetera,
all of which was effected previously to our having cleared _Rue Notre
Dame des Victoires_, we began to scrutinise each other. Our female
companion's veil was down and doubled so that I could not well make her
out; my other four companions were young men--all Frenchmen,--apparently
good-tempered, and inclined to be agreeable. A few seconds were
sufficient for my reconnoitre of the gentlemen, and then my eyes were
naturally turned towards the lady. She was muffled up in a winter
cloak, so that her figure was not to be made out; and the veil still
fell down before her face, so that only one cheek and a portion of her
chin could be deciphered: that fragment of her physiognomy was very
pretty, and I watched in silence for the removal of the veil.
"I have omitted to state that, before I got into the diligence, I saw
her take a very tender adieu of a very handsome woman; but, as her back
was turned to me at the time, I did not see her face. She had now
fallen back in her seat, and seemed disposed to commune with her own
thoughts: that did not suit my views, which were to have a view of her
face. Real politeness would have induced me to leave her to herself,
but pretended politeness was resorted to that I might gratify my
curiosity; so I inquired if she wished the window up. The answer was in
the negative, and in a very sweet voice; and then there was a pause, of
course so I tried again.
"`You are melancholy at parting with your handsome sister,' observed I,
leaning forward with as much appearance of interest as I could put into
my beautiful phiz.
"`How could you have presumed that she was my sister?' replied she.
"`From the _strong family_ likeness,' replied I. `I felt certain of
it.'
"`But she is only my sister-in-law, sir,--my brother's wife.'
"`Then, I presume, he chose a wife as like his sister as he could find;
nothing more natural--I should have done the same.'
"`Sir, you are very polite,' replied the lady, who lowered down the
window, adding, `I like fresh air.'
"`Perhaps you will find yourself less incommoded if you take off your
veil?'
"`I will not ascribe that proposition to curiosity on your part, sir,'
replied the lady, `as you have already seen my face.'
"`You cannot, then, be surprised at my wishing to see it once more.'
"`You are very polite, sir.'
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