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
Furnished with all that was needful, and having had the instructions
which Mr. Radford had left, repeated carefully to her, by her mother,
fair Kate Clare set out upon her expedition, passing one of the
dragoons, who were still patrolling round the wood, near the place
where the road entered it. The man said something to her, as she went
by, but did not attempt to follow; and Kate walked on, looking behind
her, from time to time, till she was satisfied that her proceedings
were unwatched. Then, hurrying on, with a quicker step, she turned to
the path, which led to the back of the gardens of Harbourne House, and
approached the old willow, and the brushwood which covered the place
where Richard Radford was concealed.
"Mr. Radford," she said, as soon as she was quite close, "Mr. Radford!
Here is what you wanted. Take it as fast as you can."
"Is there any one near but you, Kate?" asked the voice of Richard
Radford.
"Oh, no!" she replied; "but the soldiers are still on the outside of
the wood watching."
"I know that," rejoined the voice again, "for I saw them last night,
when I tried to get out. But are you sure that none of them followed
you, Kate?"
"Oh, quite sure," she answered, "for I looked behind all the way!"
"Well, stay and help me to put the things on," said Richard Radford,
issuing forth from behind the bushes, like a snake out of its hole.
Kate Clare willingly agreed to help him, and while the gown and the
cloak were thrown over his other clothes, told him all that his father
had said, desiring him not to come up to Radford Hall till he heard
more; but to go down to the _lone house_, near Iden Green, where he
would find one or two friends already collected.
"Why, these are never your own clothes, Kate!" said young Radford, as
she pinned on the gown for him. "They fit as if they were made for
me."
"Not at the back," answered Kate, laughing, "I cannot get the gown to
meet there; but that will be covered up by the cloak, so it does not
matter.--No, they are my aunt's, at Glassenbury; and you must let me
have them back, Mr. Radford, as soon as ever you have got to Iden
Green; for my mother has promised to return them to-night."
"I don't know howl shall get them back, Kate," answered Richard
Radford; "for none of our people will like to venture up here. Can't
you come down and fetch them? It is not much out of your way."
"No, I can't do that," answered Kate, who did not altogether like
going to the lone house she had mentioned; "but you can send them down
to Cranbrook, at all events; and there they can be left for me, at
Mrs. Tims's shop. They'll be quite safe; and I will call for them
either to-night or to-morrow morning."
"Well, I will do that, my love," replied Richard Radford, taking the
bonnet and putting it on his head.
"Very well, sir," answered Kate, not well pleased with the epithet he
had bestowed upon her, and taking a step to move away, "I will call
for them there."
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