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He would hope so. And yet it was evident that there had been some passages between her and Don Guzman. Eustaces mysterious words about the promise at Lundy proved that. The villain! He had felt all along that he was a villain; but just the one to win a womans heart, too. Frank had been awayall the Brotherhood away. What a fool he had been, to turn the wolf loose into the sheepfold! And yet who would have dreamed of it? . . . At all events, said Amyas, trying to comfort himself, I need not complain. I have lost nothing. I stood no more chance of her against Frank than I should have stood against the Don. So there is no use for me to cry about the matter. And he tried to hum a tune concerning the general frailty of women, but nevertheless, like Sir Hugh, felt that he had a great disposition to cry. He never had expected to win her, and yet it seemed bitter to know that she was lost to him forever. It was not so easy for a heart of his make to toss away the image of a first love; and all the less easy because that image was stained and ruined. Curses on the man who had done that deed! I will yet have his hearts blood somehow, if I go round the world again to find him. If theres no law for it on earth, theres law in heaven, or Im much mistaken. With which determination he rode into the ugly, dirty, and stupid town of Okehampton, with which fallen man (by some strange perversity) has chosen to defile one of the loveliest sites in the pleasant land of Devon. And heartily did Amyas abuse the old town that day; for he was detained there, as he expected, full three hours, while the Justice Shallow of the place was sent for from his farm (whither he had gone at sunrise, after the early-rising fashion of those days) to take Yeos deposition concerning last nights affray. Moreover, when Shallow came, he refused to take the depositions, because they ought to have been made before a brother Shallow at Lydford; and in the wrangling which ensued, was very near finding out what Amyas (fearing fresh loss of time and worse evils beside) had commanded to be concealed, namely, the presence of Jesuits in that Moorland Utopia. Then, in broadest Devon And do you call this Christian conduct, sir, to set a quiet man like me upon they Gubbings, as if I was going to risk my precious lifeno, nor ever a constable to Okehampton neither? Let Lydfor men mind Lydfor roogs, and by Lydfor law if they will, hang first and try after; but as for me, Ive rade my Bible, and He that meddleth with strife is like him that taketh a dog by the ears. So if you choose to sit down and ate your breakfast with me, well and good: but depositions Ill have none. If your man is enquired for, youll be answerable for his appearing, in course; but I expect mortally (with a wink), you waint hear much more of the matter from any hand. Leave well alone is a good rule, but leave ill alone is a better.So we says round about here; and so youll say, captain, when you be so old as I. So Amyas sat down and ate his breakfast, and went on afterwards a long and weary days journey, till he saw at last beneath him the broad shining river, and the long bridge, and the white houses piled up the hill-side; and beyond, over Raleigh downs, the dear old tower of Northam Church. Alas! Northam was altogether a desert to him then; and Bideford, as it turned out, hardly less so. For when he rode up to Sir Richards door, he found that the good knight was still in Ireland, and Lady Grenville at Stow. Whereupon he rode back again down the High Street to that same bow-windowed Ship Tavern where the Brotherhood of the Rose made their vow, and settled himself in the very room where they had supped. Ah! Mr. LeighCaptain Leigh now, I beg pardon, quoth mine host. Bideford is an empty place now- a-days, and nothing stirring, sir. What with Sir Richard to Ireland, and Sir John to London, and all the young gentlemen to the wars, theres no one to buy good liquor, and no one to court the young ladies, neither. Sack, sir? I hope so. I havent brewed a gallon of it this fortnight, if youll believe me; ale, sir, and aqua vitae, and such low-bred trade, is all I draw now-a-days. Try a pint of sherry, sir, now, to give you an appetite. You mind my sherry of old? Jane! Sherry and sugar, quick, while I pull off the captains boots. |
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