The Strange Adventures of Captain Dangerous, Vol. 2: Who was a sailor, a soldier, a merchant, a spy, a slave; among the moors...Sala, George Augustus
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The Strange Adventures of Captain Dangerous, Vol. 2: Who was a sailor, a soldier, a merchant, a spy, a slave; among the moors...
Sala, George Augustus
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction
Pending, however, my coming to some Determination as to my future mode
of life, I resolved to throw up my Post of Tower Warder receiving the
gratuity of Twenty Guineas which was granted to those resigning by the
bounty of his Majesty the King. Those who state that I left my
Employment in any thing like Disgrace are surely the vilest Traducers
and Libellers that ever deserved to have their tongues bored through
with a Red-hot Iron; but I do not mind myself admitting that my
situation had become somewhat unpleasant, and that I was sufficiently
anxious to change the scene of my Adventures. There was a certain
Waiting-maid belonging to Madam Williamson (that was General
Williamson's lady, Military Commandant) who had long cast Sheep's Eyes
upon me. I declare that I gave the Lass no encouragement; but what would
you have? I was in the prime of life, and she a buxom kind of Wench,
about twenty-two years of age. 'Twas following me here, and ogling me
there, and leaving love-billets and messages for me at the Guard-Room. I
will not deny but that from time to time I may have passed a jest with
the girl, nay, given her some few trinkums, and now and then treated her
to chocolate or sweet wine at Marylebone Gardens or the Flask at
Hampstead. You may be sure that on these occasions I did not wear my
Antiquated costume as a Tower Warder, but a blue Culloden frock,
gold-corded, and with crown buttons; a scarlet waistcoat and breeches;
a hat with a military cock; and a neat hanger by my side. By drawers,
masters of the games, and others, I was now always known as Captain.
Had I not been exceedingly wary and circumspect in all my dealings with
this Waiting-Woman,--poor thing! her name was Prue,--the affair might
have ended badly; and there might have been Rendezvous on the ramparts,
moonlight trysts on the Tower Green, and the like Follies. But I saw
that our Flirtation must not be permitted to go any further. The
Commandant's wife, indeed, had come to hear of it; and, sending for me
to her Parlour, must needs ask me what my Intentions were towards her
Maid. "Madam," I answered, taking off my hat, and making her a very low
bow, "I am a soldier; and I never knew a soldier yet that Intended any
thing; all he does is without any Intention at all." Upon which she bade
me to go for an Impudent fellow; and I doubt not, had I been under her
Husband's orders, would have had me set upon the Picket on the Parade
for my free speaking; but we Tower Warders were not amenable to such
Slavish Discipline; and, indeed, General Williamson, who stood by, was
pleased to laugh heartily at my answer, and gave me a crown to drink the
King's health, bidding me, however, take care what I was about, and see
that the poor girl came to no Hurt. And I being at that time somewhat
chary of imperilling my Independence, and minded to take neither a Wife
nor a Mistress, thought the very best thing I could do was to kiss,
shake hands, and Part, lest worse should come of it.
END OF VOL. II.
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