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
A shrill whistle sounded among the shrubbery, and the speaker became
mute. Throwing his cloths carelessly on the bale, he arose again, and
seemed to hesitate. Throughout the interview with Ludlow, the air of
the free-trader had been mild, though, at times, it was playful; and
not for an instant had he seemed to return the resentment which the
other had so plainly manifested. It now became perplexed, and, by the
workings of his features, it would seem that he vacillated in his
opinions. The sounds of the whistle were heard, again.
“Aye, aye, Master Tom!” muttered the dealer in contraband. “Thy note is
audible, but why this haste? Beautiful Alida, this shrill summons is to
say, that the moment of parting is arrived!”
“We met with less of preparation,” returned la belle Barbérie, who
preserved all the distant reserve of her sex, under the jealous eyes of
her admirer.
“We met without a warning, but shall our separation be without a
memorial? Am I to return with all these valuables to the brigantine,
or, in their place, must I take the customary golden tribute?”
“I know not that I dare make a traffic which is not sanctioned by the
law, in presence of a servitor of the Queen,” returned Alida, smiling.
“I will not deny that you have much to excite a woman’s envy; but our
royal mistress might forget her sex, and show little pity, were she to
hear of my weakness.”
“No fear of that, lady.—’Tis they who are most stern in creating these
harsh regulations, that show most frailty in their breach. By the
virtues of honest Leadenhall itself, but I should like to tempt the
royal Anne, in her closet, with such a display of goodly laces and
heavy brocades!”
“That might be more hazardous than wise!”
“I know not. Though seated on a throne, she is but woman. Disguise
nature as thou wilt, she is a universal tyrant, and governs all alike.
The head that wears a crown dreams of the conquests of the sex, rather
than of the conquests of states; the hand that wields the sceptre is
fitted to display its prettiness, with the pencil, or the needle; and
though words and ideas may be taught and sounded forth with the pomp of
royalty; the tone is still that of woman.”
“Without bringing into question the merits of our present royal
mistress,” said Alida, who was a little apt to assert her sex’s rights,
“there is the example of the glorious Elizabeth, to refute his charge.”
“Aye, we have had our Cleopatras in the sea-fight, and fear was found
stronger than love! The sea has monsters, and so may have the land. He,
that made the earth gave it laws that ’tis not good to break. We men
are jealous of our qualities, and little like to see them usurped; and
trust me, lady, she that forgets the means that nature bestows, may
mourn in sorrow over the fatal error.—But, shall we deal in velvet, or
is your taste more leaning to brocade?”
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