The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 20Stevenson, Robert Louis
General
The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 20
Stevenson, Robert Louis
French -- England -- Fiction; Prisoners of war -- Fiction
It was impossible at such a distance that I could be sure, but the
thought was sufficient, and I craned out of the embrasure to follow them
as long as possible. To think that such emotions, that such a concussion
of the blood, may have been inspired by a chance resemblance, and that I
may have stood and thrilled there for a total stranger! This distant
view, at least, whether of Flora or of some one else, changed in a
moment the course of my reflections. It was all very well, and it was
highly needful, I should see my uncle; but an uncle, a great-uncle at
that, and one whom I had never seen, leaves the imagination cold; and if
I were to leave the Castle, I might never again have the opportunity of
finding Flora. The little impression I had made, even supposing I had
made any, how soon it would die out! how soon I should sink to be a
phantom memory, with which (in after days) she might amuse a husband and
children! No, the impression must be clenched, the wax impressed with
the seal, ere I left Edinburgh. And at this the two interests that were
now contending in my bosom came together and became one. I wished to see
Flora again; and I wanted some one to further me in my flight and to get
me new clothes. The conclusion was apparent. Except for persons in the
garrison itself, with whom it was a point of honour and military duty to
retain me captive, I knew, in the whole country of Scotland, these two
alone. If it were to be done at all, they must be my helpers. To tell
them of my designed escape while I was still in bonds, would be to lay
before them a most difficult choice. What they might do in such a case,
I could not in the least be sure of, for (the same case arising) I was
far from sure what I should do myself. It was plain I must escape first.
When the harm was done, when I was no more than a poor wayside fugitive,
I might apply to them with less offence and more security. To this end
it became necessary that I should find out where they lived and how to
reach it; and feeling a strong confidence that they would soon return to
visit me, I prepared a series of baits with which to angle for my
information. It will be seen the first was good enough.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account