The Romany Rye: A sequel to "Lavengro"Borrow, George
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The Romany Rye: A sequel to "Lavengro"
Borrow, George
Adventure stories; England -- Fiction; Romanies -- Fiction
attended my father in his dying illness, and chancing to hear that I was
in trouble, he now hastened to assist me. After a short preamble, in
which he apologised to the bench for interfering, he begged to be
informed of the state of the case, whereupon the matter was laid before
him in all its details. He was not slow in taking a fair view of it, and
spoke well and eloquently in my behalf, insisting on the improbability
that a person of my habits and position would be wilfully mixed up with a
transaction like that of which it appeared I was suspected, adding, that
as he was fully convinced of my innocence, he was ready to enter into any
surety with respect to my appearance at any time to answer anything which
might be laid to my charge. This last observation had particular effect,
and as he was a person universally respected, both for his skill in his
profession and his general demeanour, people began to think that a person
in whom he took an interest could scarcely be concerned in anything
criminal, and though my friend the magistrate—I call him so
ironically—made two or three demurs, it was at last agreed between him
and his brethren of the bench, that, for the present, I should be merely
called upon to enter into my own recognisance for the sum of two hundred
pounds, to appear whenever it should be deemed requisite to enter into
any further investigation of the matter.
“So I was permitted to depart from the tribunal of petty justice without
handcuffs, and uncollared by a constable; but people looked coldly and
suspiciously upon me. The first thing I did was to hasten to the house
of my beloved, in order to inform her of every circumstance attending the
transaction. I found her, but how? A malicious female individual had
hurried to her with a distorted tale, to the effect that I had been taken
up as an utterer of forged notes; that an immense number had been found
in my possession; that I was already committed, and that probably I
should be executed. My affianced one tenderly loved me, and her
constitution was delicate; fit succeeded fit; she broke a blood-vessel,
and I found her deluged in blood; the surgeon had just been sent for; he
came and afforded her every possible relief. I was distracted; he bade
me have hope, but I observed he looked very grave.
“By the skill of the surgeon, the poor girl was saved in the first
instance from the arms of death, and for a few weeks she appeared to be
rapidly recovering; by degrees, however, she became melancholy; a worm
preyed upon her spirit; a slow fever took possession of her frame. I
subsequently learned that the same malicious female who had first carried
to her an exaggerated account of the affair, and who was a distant
relative of her own, frequently visited her, and did all in her power to
excite her fears with respect to its eventual termination. Time passed
on in a very wretched manner, our friend the surgeon showing to us both
every mark of kindness and attention.
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