The Purple Land: Being the Narrative of One Richard Lamb's Adventures in The Banda Orientál, in South America, as Told By HimselfHudson, W. H. (William Henry)
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The Purple Land: Being the Narrative of One Richard Lamb's Adventures in The Banda Orientál, in South America, as Told By Himself
Hudson, W. H. (William Henry)
Adventure stories; British -- Uruguay -- Fiction; Uruguay -- Fiction
“Ah, little friend,” she returned. “I could not attempt such a thing.
Fernando is a monster of cruelty, and would immediately put out my eyes
without remorse. Poor me, what I have to endure!”--and here she placed
her fat hand on mine.
I drew my hand away somewhat coldly; a born diplomatist could not have
managed the thing better.
“Madam,” I said, “you are amusing yourself at my expense. When you have
done me a great favour, will you now deny me this small thing? If your
husband is so terrible a despot, surely you can do this without letting
him know! Let me get my poor Marcos out of the stocks and I give you
my word of honour that the Juez will never hear of it, for I will be up
early to turn the key in the lock before he is out of his bed.”
“And what will my reward be?” she asked, again putting her hand on mine.
“The deep gratitude and devotion of my heart,” I returned, this time
without withdrawing my hand.
“Can I refuse anything to my sweet boy?” said she. “After supper I shall
slip the key into your hand; I am going now to get it from his room.
Before Fernando retires, ask to see your Marcos, to take him a rug, or
some tobacco or something; and do not let the servant see what you do,
for he will be at the door waiting to lock it when you come out.”
After supper the promised key was secretly conveyed to me, and I had not
the least difficulty in liberating my friend in misfortune. Luckily the
man who took me to Marcos left us alone for some time, and I related my
conversation with the fat woman.
He jumped up, and, seizing my hand, wrung it till I almost screamed with
pain.
“My good friend,” he said, “you have a noble, generous soul, have done
me the greatest service it is possible for one man to render to another.
You have, in fact, now placed me in a position to--enjoy my night's
rest. Good night, and may Heaven's angels put it in my power to reward
you at some future time!”
The fellow was overdoing it a little, I thought; then, when I had seen
him safely locked up for the night, I walked back to the kitchen slowly
and very thoughtfully.
CHAPTER XI
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