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
Sea stories
This was giving a new and sudden direction to the thoughts of the
Alderman. He had refrained from entering on those explanations which
the circumstances seemed to require, because he well knew that he stood
on dangerous ground, and that more might be said than he wished his
companion to hear, no less than from amazement at the composure of his
ward. He was not sorry, therefore, to have an excuse to delay his
inquiries, that appeared so much in character as that of reading the
communications of his business correspondents. Swallowing the contents
of the tiny cup he held, at a gulp, the eager merchant seized the
packet that Alida now offered; and, muttering a few words of apology to
Ludlow, he left the pavilion.
Until now, the commander of the Coquette had not spoken. Wonder,
mingled with indignation, sealed his mouth, though he had endeavored to
penetrate the veil which Alida had drawn around her conduct and
motives, by a diligent use of his eyes. During the first few moments of
the interview, he thought that he could detect, in the midst of her
studied calmness, a melancholy smile struggling around her beautiful
mouth; but only once had their looks met, as she turned her full, rich,
and dark eyes furtively on his face, as if she were curious to know the
effect produced by her manner on the mind of the young sailor.
“Have the enemies of the Queen reason to regret the cruise of the
Coquette?” said la Belle, hurriedly, when she found her glance
detected; “or have they dreaded to encounter a prowess that has already
proved their inferiority?”
“Fear, or prudence, or perhaps I might say conscience, has made them
wary;” returned Ludlow, pointedly emphasizing the latter word. “We have
run from the Hook to the edge of the Grand Bank, and returned without
success.”
“’Tis unlucky. But, though the French escaped, have none of the lawless
met with punishment? There is a rumor among the slaves, that the
brigantine which visited us is an object of suspicion to the
Government?”
“Suspicion!—But I may apply to la belle Barbérie, to know whether the
character her commander has obtained be merited?”
Alida smiled, and, her admirer thought, sweetly as ever.
“It would be a sign of extraordinary complaisance, were Captain Ludlow
to apply to the girls of the colony for instruction in his duty! We may
be secret encouragers of the contraband, but surely we are not to be
suspected of any greater familiarity with their movements. These hints
may compel me to abandon the pleasures of the Lust in Rust, and to seek
air and health in some less exposed situation. Happily the banks of the
Hudson offer many, that one need be fastidious indeed to reject.”
“Among which you count the Manor House of Kinderhook?”
Again Alida smiled, and Ludlow thought it was triumphantly.
“The dwelling of Oloff Van Staats is said to be commodious, and not
badly placed. I have seen it,———”
“In your images of the future?” said the young man, observing she
hesitated.
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