The Water-Witch; Or, the Skimmer of the Seas: A TaleCooper, James Fenimore
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The Water-Witch; Or, the Skimmer of the Seas: A Tale
Cooper, James Fenimore
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“Then let it submit to what I believe it is yet a stranger. If thou
hast not enticed my niece away, by, Heaven knows, a most vain delusion!
let the vessel be searched. This will make the minds of the young men
tranquil, and keep the treaty open between us, and the value of the
article fixed in the market.”
“Freely:—but mark! If certain bales containing worthless furs of
martens and beavers, with other articles of thy colony trade, should
discover the character of my correspondents, I stand exonerated of all
breach of faith.”
“There is prudence in that.—Yes, there must be no impertinent eyes
peeping into bales and packages. Well, I see, Master Seadrift, the
impossibility of immediately coming to an understanding; and therefore
I will quit thy vessel, for truly a merchant of reputation should have
no unnecessary connexion with one so suspected.”
The free-trader smiled, partly in scorn and yet much in sadness, and
passed his fingers over the strings of the guitar.
“Show this worthy burgher to his friends, Zephyr,” he said; and, bowing
to the Alderman, he dismissed him in a manner that betrayed a singular
compound of feeling. One quick to discover the traces of human passion,
might have fancied, that regret, and even sorrow, were powerfully
blended with the natural or assumed recklessness of the smuggler’s air
and language.
CHAPTER XVI.
“This will prove a brave kingdom to me;
Where I shall have my music, for nothing.”
Tempest.
During the time past in the secret conference of the cabin, Ludlow and
the Patroon were held in discourse on the quarter-deck, by the hero of
the India-shawl. The dialogue was professional, as Van Staats
maintained his ancient reputation for taciturnity. The appearance of
Myndert, thoughtful, disappointed, and most evidently perplexed, caused
the ideas of all to take a new direction. It is probable that the
burgher believed he had not yet bid enough to tempt the free-trader to
restore his niece; for, by his air, it was apparent his mind was far
from being satisfied that she was not in the vessel. Still, when
questioned by his companions concerning the result of his interview
with the free-trader, for reasons best understood by himself, he was
fain to answer evasively.
“Of one thing rest satisfied,” he said; “the misconception in this
affair will yet be explained, and Alida Barbérie return unfettered, and
with a character as free from blemish as the credit of the Van Stoppers
of Holland. The fanciful-looking person in the cabin denies that my
niece is here, and I am inclined to think the balance of truth is on
his side I confess, if one could just look into the cabins, without the
trouble of rummaging lockers and cargo, the statement would give more
satisfaction; but—hem—gentlemen, we must take the assertion on credit,
for want of more sufficient security.”
Ludlow looked at the cloud above the mouth of the Raritan, and his lip
curled in a haughty smile.
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