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Certainly, replied Mrs V. with great demureness. Of course I am. I know that, Varden. Thank you. I mean began the locksmith. Yes, said his wife, I know what you mean. You speak quite plain enough to be understood, Varden. Its very kind of you to adapt yourself to my capacity, I am sure. Tut, tut, Martha, rejoined the locksmith; dont take offence at nothing. I mean, how strange it is of you to run down volunteering, when its done to defend you and all the other women, and our own fireside and everybody elses, in case of need. Its unchristian, cried Mrs Varden, shaking her head. Unchristian! said the locksmith. Why, what the devil Mrs Varden looked at the ceiling, as in expectation that the consequence of this profanity would be the immediate descent of the four-post bedstead on the second floor, together with the best sitting-room on the first; but no visible judgment occurring, she heaved a deep sigh, and begged her husband, in a tone of resignation, to go on, and by all means to blaspheme as much as possible, because he knew she liked it. The locksmith did for a moment seem disposed to gratify her, but he gave a great gulp, and mildly rejoined, I was going to say, what on earth do you call it unchristian for? Which would be most unchristian, Marthato sit quietly down and let our houses be sacked by a foreign army, or to turn out like men and drive em off? Shouldnt I be a nice sort of a Christian, if I crept into a corner of my own chimney and looked on while a parcel of whiskered savages bore off Dollyor you? When he said or you, Mrs Varden, despite herself, relaxed into a smile. There was something complimentary in the idea. In such a state of things as that, indeed she simpered. As that! repeated the locksmith. Well, that would be the state of things directly. Even Miggs would go. Some black tambourine- player, with a great turban on, would be bearing her off, and, unless the tambourine-player was proof against kicking and scratching, its my belief hed have the worst of it. Ha ha ha! Id forgive the tambourine-player. I wouldnt have him interfered with on any account, poor fellow. And here the locksmith laughed again so heartily, that tears came into his eyesmuch to Mrs Vardens indignation, who thought the capture of so sound a Protestant and estimable a private character as Miggs by a pagan negro, a circumstance too shocking and awful for contemplation. The picture Gabriel had drawn, indeed, threatened serious consequences, and would indubitably have led to them, but luckily at that moment a light footstep crossed the threshold, and Dolly, running in, threw her arms round her old fathers neck and hugged him tight. Here she is at last! cried Gabriel. And how well you look, Doll, and how late you are, my darling! How well she looked? Well? Why, if he had exhausted every laudatory adjective in the dictionary, it wouldnt have been praise enough. When and where was there ever such a plump, roguish, comely, bright-eyed, enticing, bewitching, captivating, maddening little puss in all this world, as Dolly! What was the Dolly of five years ago, to the Dolly of that day! How many coachmakers, saddlers, cabinet-makers, and professors of other useful arts, had deserted their fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, and, most of all, their cousins, for the love of her! How many unknown gentlemensupposed to be of mighty fortunes, if not titleshad waited round the corner after dark, and tempted Miggs the incorruptible, with golden guineas, to deliver offers of marriage folded up in love-letters! How many disconsolate fathers and substantial tradesmen had waited on the locksmith for the same purpose, with dismal tales of how their sons had lost their appetites, and taken to shut themselves up in dark bedrooms, and wandering in desolate suburbs with pale faces, and all because of Dolly Vardens loveliness and cruelty! How many young men, in all |
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