Tough yarns, vol. 2 (of 2) : $b A series of naval tales and sketches to please all hands, from the swabs on the shoulders down to the swabs in the headBarker, M. H. (Matthew Henry)
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Tough yarns, vol. 2 (of 2) : $b A series of naval tales and sketches to please all hands, from the swabs on the shoulders down to the swabs in the head
Barker, M. H. (Matthew Henry)
Sea stories, English; Seafaring life -- Fiction
“Before I could recover from my surprise, the villain had sprung upon
his feet and advanced towards us; but stopping short, he gnashed his
teeth, and shaking his clenched hand, exclaimed, ‘Eh bien, monsieur!’
and instantly retreated. ‘You are lost,’ cried Adele, ‘my Henry you are
lost! ’tis his persecutions have made me wretched, and I did not dare
to tell you, lest it might lead to dangerous consequences.’
“We ran to the cottage, related the events which had occurred, and then
bidding the sweet girls farewell, with heavy, dejected spirits Robinson
and I instantly returned to our quarters.
“Day after day passed on, but no public notice was taken of the
transaction. No! the villain played a deeper game. Our minds were kept
in a state of continued alarm by mysterious hints, rigid watchfulness,
and harsh regulations; till at last, in conjunction with our faithful
adherents, who sacrificed all selfish feelings to secure our safety,
we projected our escape, and they prepared to supply us with every
requisite for the purpose. Oppression had stirred up my spirit, and I
longed once more to tread the deck in the service of my country; yet to
leave Adele, whom I so fondly loved, and to leave her too exposed to
such a monster,--my heart sickened at the thought.
“I was sitting in my apartment, agitated by struggles between affection
and duty, reflecting that every means would be employed to shorten my
days if I remained, and the many chances there were against my escape,
when a lad entered and intimated that there was a peasant waiting
below, who wished to deliver a message. The person was introduced, and
we were left alone; but what was my surprise to find, under a peasant’s
garb, my beautiful Adele. She had brought the disguises we were to
assume, and came, as she said, ‘to weep her last farewell!’ Often did I
declare it was impossible to leave her; and as often did she press my
departure with an earnestness that surprised and distressed me.
“Every thing at last was finally arranged, and on the ensuing night,
Robinson and myself were to repair to a particular spot, where, upon a
concerted signal, a faithful guide would be ready to attend us. Short
was our interview,--I pressed her to my heart,--we pledged our solemn
troth,--and--she tore herself away.
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