The Smuggler: A Tale. Volumes I-IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Smuggler: A Tale. Volumes I-III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Kent (England) -- Fiction; Smugglers -- Fiction
As there was no other road in that direction, Sir Edward Digby felt
sure that he must be on the ground appointed, but yet, as is the case
in all moments of expectation, the time seemed so long, that when he
saw the brick-work he took out his watch again, and found there were
still five minutes to spare. He accordingly turned upon his steps,
walking slowly back for about a quarter of a mile, and then returned,
looking sharply out for his opponent, but seeing no one. He was now
sure that the time must be past; but, resolved to afford young Radford
every opportunity, he said to himself, "Watches may differ, and
something may have detained him. I will give him a full half hour, and
then if he does not come I shall understand the matter."
As soon, then, as he saw the walls once more, he wheeled round and
re-trod his steps, then looked at his watch, and found that it was a
quarter past three. "Too bad!" he said,--"too bad! The fellow cannot
be coward, too, as well as blackguard. One turn more, and then I've
done with him." But as he advanced on his way towards the house, he
suddenly perceived the flutter of female garments before him, and
saying to himself, "This is awkward!" he gazed round for some path, in
order to get out of the way for a moment, but could perceive none. The
next instant, coming round a shrub which started forward a little
before the rest of the trees, he saw the younger Miss Croyland
advancing with a quick step, and, he could not help thinking, with a
somewhat agitated air. Her colour was heightened, her eyes eagerly
looking on; but, as soon as she saw him, she slackened her pace, and
came forward in a more deliberate manner.
"Oh, Sir Edward!" she said, in a calm, sweet tone, "I am glad to see
you. You have finished your shooting early, it seems."
"Why, the sport was beginning to slacken," answered Sir Edward Digby.
"I had not had a shot for the last half hour, and so thought it best
to give it up."
"Well then, you shall take a walk with me," cried Zara, gaily. "I am
just going down to a poor friend of ours, called Widow Clare, and you
shall come too."
"What! notwithstanding all your sage and prudent apprehensions in
regard to what people might say if we were seen alone together!"
exclaimed Sir Edward Digby, with a smile.
"Oh! I don't mind that," answered Zara. "Great occasions, you know,
Sir Edward, require decisive measures; and I assuredly want an escort
through this terrible forest, to protect me from all the giants and
enchanters it may contain."
Sir Edward Digby looked at his watch again, and saw that it wanted but
two minutes to the half hour.
"Oh!" said Zara, affecting a look of pique, "if you have some
important appointment, Sir Edward, it is another affair--only tell me
if it be so?"
Sir Edward Digby took her hand in his: "I will tell you, dear lady,"
he replied, "if you will first tell me one thing, truly and
sincerely--What brought you here?"
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