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
"Now, O'Donahue, you mustn't be in such a hurry to see Mrs McShane, for
I have something to tell you which will make her look more pretty in
your eyes than she otherwise might have done upon first introduction.
Take your chair again, and don't be putting on your gloves yet, while
you listen to a little conversation which took place between us last
night, just before we dropped into the arms of Murfy. I'll pass over
all the questions she asked about you, and all the compliments I paid
you behind your back: because, if I didn't, it would make you blush,
Irishman as you are; but this she did say,--that it was great kindness
on your part to lend me that money, and that she loved you for it; upon
which I replied, I was sorry you were not easy in your mind, and so very
unhappy: upon which she, in course, like every woman, asked me why; and
then I told her merely that it was a love-affair, and a long story, as
if I wished to go to sleep. This made her more curious, so, to oblige
her, I stayed awake, and told her just what you told me, and how the
winter was coming on and you not able to keep your appointment. And
what d'ye think the good soul said? `Now,' says she, `McShane, if you
love me, and have any gratitude to your friend for his former kindness,
you will to-morrow take him money enough, and more than enough, to do as
he wishes, and if he gains his wife he can repay you; if not, the money
is not an object.' `That's very kind of you, dearest,' said I; `but
then will you consent to another thing? for this may prove a difficult
affair, and he may want me with him; and would you have any objection to
that, dearest?' for you see, O'Donahue, I took it into my head that I
might be of the greatest use to you: and, moreover, I should like the
trip, just by way of a little change. `Couldn't he do without you?'
replied she, gravely. `I'm afraid not; and although I thought I was in
barracks for life, and never to leave you again, yet still for his sake,
poor fellow, who has been such a generous fellow to me--' `An' how long
would you be away?' said she. `Why, it might be two months at the
most,' replied I; `but who can tell it to a day?' `Well,' said she, `I
don't like that part of the concern at all; but still, if it is
necessary, as you say, things shouldn't be done by halves,' and then she
sighed, poor soul. `Then I won't go,' says I. `Yes,' says she, after a
pause; `I think it's your duty, and therefore you must.' `I'll do just
what you wish, my soul,' replied I; `but let's talk more about it
to-morrow.' This morning she brought up the subject, and said that she
had made up her mind, and that it should be as we had said last night;
and she went to the drawer and took out three hundred pounds in gold and
notes, and said that if it was not enough, we had only to write for
more. Now ain't she a jewel, O'Donahue? and here's the money."
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