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
"No, I had not heard of that, Croyland," replied Mr. Radford; "but he
is near enough, well enough, and safe enough to marry your fair
daughter."
"Ay, yes," answered Sir Robert; "that must be thought of, and----."
"Oh dear, no!" cried the other, interrupting him; "it has been thought
of enough already, Croyland--too much, perhaps; now, it must be done."
"Well, I will go over to Edith at once," said the baronet, "and I will
urge her, by every inducement. I will tell her, that it is her duty,
that it is my will, and that she must and shall obey."
Mr. Radford rose slowly off his seat, crossed over the rug to the
place where Sir Robert Croyland was placed; and, leaning his hand upon
the arm of the other's chair, he bent down his head, saying in a low
but very clear voice and perfectly distinct words, "Tell her, her
father's life depends upon it!"
Sir Robert Croyland shrank from him, as if an asp had approached his
cheek; and he turned deadly pale. "No, Radford--no," he replied, in a
faltering and deprecatory tone; "you cannot mean such a horrible
thing. I will do all that I can to make her yield--I will, indeed--I
will insist--I will----"
"Sir Robert Croyland," said Mr. Radford, sternly and slowly, "I will
have no more trifling. I have indulged you too long. Your daughter
must be my son's wife before he quits this country--which must be the
case for a time, till we can get this affair wiped out by our
parliamentary influence. Her fortune must be his, she must be his
wife, I say, before four days are over.--Now, my good friend," he
continued, falling back, in a degree, into his usual manner, which had
generally a touch of sarcastic bitterness in it when addressing his
present companion, "what means you may please to adopt to arrive at
this desirable result I cannot tell; but as the young lady has shown
an aversion to the match, not very flattering to my son----"
"Is it not his own fault?" cried Sir Robert Croyland, roused to some
degree of indignation and resistance--"has he ever, by word or deed,
sought to remove that reluctance? Has he wooed her as woman always
requires to be wooed? Has he not rather shown a preference to her
sister, paid her all attention, courted, admired her?"
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