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What, the one I sent home from Smerwick? You sent? Mercy on us! Then, perhaps, youve heard How can I have heard? What? That hes gone off, the villain? Without paying his ransom? I cant say that; but theres a poor innocent young maid gone off with him, one Salternes daughterthe Popish serpent! Rose Salterne, the mayors daughter, the Rose of Torridge! Thats her. Bless your dear soul, what ails you? Amyas had dropped back in his seat as if he had been shot; but he recovered himself before kind Mrs. Hawkins could rush to the cupboard for cordials. Youll forgive me, madam; but Im weak from the sea; and your good ale has turned me a bit dizzy, I think. Ay, yes, tis too, too heavy, till youve been on shore a while. Try the aqua vitae; my Captain John has it right good; and a bit too fond of it too, poor dear soul, between whiles, Heaven forgive him! So she poured some strong brandy and water down Amyass throat, in spite of his refusals, and sent him to bed, but not to sleep; and after a night of tossing, he started for Bideford, having obtained the means for so doing from Mrs. Hawkins. |
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