Three Courses and a Dessert: Comprising Three Sets of Tales, West Country, Irish, and Legal; and a MelangeClarke, William
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Three Courses and a Dessert: Comprising Three Sets of Tales, West Country, Irish, and Legal; and a Melange
Clarke, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Legal stories, English; West Country (England) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
One evening, after having ruminated for many hours on Ruth's
attractions, I determined to roam up to the mill, which I had never
before visited,--having hitherto carried on my love-suit with Ruth away
from her home, at meetings which were too frequent to be altogether
accidental. While I loitered about the mill, pondering on the best mode
of drawing out Ruth,--for she had no reason to expect me,--the moon
suddenly gleamed full upon me, through an opening in the oak tree which
stretched its huge boughs over the white cottage in which the miller
dwelt; and methought there was something similar to the malicious smile
of an arch woman, when intent upon a prank, gleaming on her sparkling
face; her unnecessary glances, as she seemed to peep through the tree,
for the express purpose of betraying me to observation, threw me into
a panic. I had heard of old Grobstock's moods and manners, and I feared
him. I felt sure of a kind and endearing reception from Ruth, although 1
came altogether uninvited and unawares; but I fancied for a moment that
I heard her father's flails whistling about my ears, and felt the teeth
of his tykes rioting in my fat My pulse throbbed audibly; and I was
on the point of again making my way into the wood that clothed the
hill-side, when a multitude of clouds, which had been gradually hemming
in the light of the moon, suddenly stretched over her face, and relieved
my terrors by screening me from her afflicting glances. I rejoiced, and
waxed courageous and young in heart again. The curtains of the best
room in the little cottage were negligently drawn, and I had the
satisfaction, after sundry leaps, of getting a glimpse of Ruth's little
and exquisite foot, as it danced up and down before the blaze of a
chirruping fire, which sparkled on the broad hearth. A gentle tap at
the window set her on her legs in a moment, and before I could reach the
door, she was there with an outstretched hand, and a pair of warm, ripe,
ruddy lips, pouting forth to greet me. This was delicious!--The friendly
clouds were still sheltering me from the moon's eye; Ruth stepped forth,
and we stood close at the foot of the old oak, in the most impervious
and delightful darkness imaginable. I was mute with delight, but my
happy-hearted, loving little damsel's speech, after a few moments of
silence, gradually began to thaw, and at length, overwhelmed me with a
torrent of words:--“Oh! I am so glad you are come,” quoth she; “if you
had not, we should not have had a moment's talk together for the week.
Daddy's gone out; but to-morrow evening, and the next, he means to stop
at home, and get drunk; and, although his over-night's promises in other
affairs melt like mists in the morning sun, and are quite forgotten by
mid-day, yet, when he says he shall get drunk, he always backs it wi' an
oath, and then makes it a matter of conscience religiously to keep his
word; so that, you see, my dear Skelpie--”
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