The Romance of the Forest, interspersed with some pieces of poetry.Radcliffe, Ann Ward
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The Romance of the Forest, interspersed with some pieces of poetry.
Radcliffe, Ann Ward
Gothic fiction
Because I did not want them to know your honour was here; and if I had
not managed very cleverly, they would have found me out. There is no
such person hereabouts, to my knowledge, says I.--Indeed! says the
blacksmith, you know more of the neighbourhood than I do then.--Aye,
says the man with the pipe, that's very true. How came you to know so
much of the neighbourhood? I came here twenty-six years ago, come next
St. Michael, and you know more than I do. How came you to know so much?
With that he put his pipe in his mouth, and gave a whiff full in my
face. Lord! your honour, I trembled from head to foot. Nay, as for that
matter says I, I don't know more than other people, but I'm sure I never
heard of such a man as that.--Pray, says the blacksmith, staring me full
in the face, an't you the man that was inquiring some time since about
St. Clair's abbey?--Well, what of that? says I, what does that
prove?--Why they say somebody lives in the abbey now, said the man,
turning to the other; and, for aught I know, it may be this same La
Motte.--Aye, or for aught I know either, says the man with the pipe,
getting up from the bench, and you know more of this than you'll own.
I'll lay my life on't, this Monsieur La Motte lives at the abbey.--Aye,
says I, you are out there, for he does not live at the abbey now.
Confound your folly! cried La Motte; but be quick--how did the matter
end?
My master does not live there now, said I.--Oh! oh! said the man with
the pipe; he is your master then? And pray how long has he left the
abbey--and where does he live now?--Hold, said I, not so fast--I know
when to speak and when to hold my tongue--but who has been inquiring for
him?
What! he expected somebody to inquire for him? says the man.--No, says
I, he did not, but if he did, what does that prove?--that argues
nothing. With that he looked at the blacksmith, and they went out of the
shop together, leaving my horse's shoe undone. But I never minded that,
for the moment they were gone, I mounted and rode away as fast as I
could. But in my fright, your honour, I forgot to take the round about
way, and so came straight home.
La Motte, extremely shocked at Peter's intelligence, made no other reply
than by cursing his folly, and immediately went in search of Madame, who
was walking with Adeline on the banks of the river. La Motte was too
much agitated to soften his information by preface. We are discovered!
said he, the king's officers have been inquiring for me at Auboine, and
Peter has blundered upon my ruin. He then informed her of what Peter had
related, and bade her prepare to quit the abbey.
But whither can we fly? said Madame La Motte, scarcely able to support
herself. Any where! said he: to stay here is certain destruction. We
must take refuge in Switzerland, I think. If any part of France would
have concealed me, surely it had been this!
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