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
"Well, sir, well," said Sir Robert Croyland, casting himself into a
chair--"what is it you have got to say?"
"Why, simply this, my dear friend," answered Mr. Radford, "that you
are not aware of all the circumstances, and therefore cannot judge yet
whether I have acted right or wrong. You and I have decided, I think,
that there can no longer be any delay in the arrangement of our
affairs. I put it plainly to you yesterday, that it was to be now or
never; and you agreed that it should be now. You brought me your
daughter's consent in the afternoon; and so far the matter was
settled. I don't want to injure you; and if you are injured, it is
your own fault--"
"But I gave no consent," said Sir Robert Croyland, "that she should be
taken to your house. The circumstances--the circumstances, Mr.
Radford!"
"Presently, presently," replied his companion. "I take it for
granted, that, when you have pledged yourself to a thing, you are
anxious to accomplish it. Now I tell you, there was no sure way of
accomplishing this, but that which I have taken. Do you know who is
the commander of this dragoon regiment which is down here?--No. But I
do. Do you know who is the man, who, like a sub-officer of the
Customs, attacked our friends yesterday morning, took some fifty of
them prisoners, robbed me of some seventy thousand pounds, and is now
hunting after my son, as if he were a fox?--No. But I do; and I will
tell you who he is.--One Harry Leyton, whom you may have heard
of--now, Lieutenant-Colonel Sir Henry Leyton, Knight of the Bath,
forsooth!"
Sir Robert Croyland gazed upon him in astonishment; but, whatever were
his other sensations, deep grief and bitter regret mingled with them,
when he thought that circumstances should ever have driven or tempted
him to promise his daughter's hand to a low, dissolute, unprincipled
villan, and to put a fatal barrier between her and one whom he had
always known to be generous, honorable, and high principled, and who
had now gained such distinction in the service of his country. He
remained perfectly silent, however; and the expression of surprise and
consternation which his countenance displayed, was misinterpreted by
Mr. Radford to his own advantage.
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