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I sweep it out myself every morning, and keep all tidy. See here! and he pulled open a drawer. Here are all her gowns, and there are her hoods; and thereI know em all by heart now, and the place of every one. And there, sir And he opened a cupboard, where lay in rows all Roses dolls, and the worn-out playthings of her childhood. Thats the pleasantest place of all in the room to me, said he, whispering still, for it minds me of whenand maybe, she may become a little child once more, sir; its written in the Scripture, you know Amen! said Amyas, who felt, to his own wonder, a big tear stealing down each cheek. And now, he whispered, one thing more. Look here!and pulling out a key, he unlocked a chest, and lifted up tray after tray of necklaces and jewels, furs, lawns, cloth of gold. Look there! Two thousand pound wont buy that chest. Twenty years have I been getting those things together. Thats the cream of many a Levant voyage, and East Indian voyage, and West Indian voyage. My Lady Bath cant match those pearls in her grand house at Tawstock; I got em from a Genoese, though, and paid for em. Look at that embroidered lawn! Theres not such a piece in London; no, nor in Alexandria, Ill warrant; nor short of Calicut, where it came from. . . . Look here again, theres a golden cup! I bought that of one that was out with Pizarro in Peru. And look here, again! and the old man gloated over the treasure. And whom do you think I kept all these for? These were for her wedding-dayfor her wedding-day. For your wedding-day, if youd been minded, sir! Yes, yours, sir! And yet, I believe, I was so ambitious that I would not have let her marry under an earl, all the while I was pretending to be too proud to throw her at the head of a squires son. Ah, well! There was my idol, sir. I made her mad, I pampered her up with gewgaws and vanity; and then, because my idol was just what I had made her, I turned again and rent her. And now, said he, pointing to the open chest, that was what I meant; and that (pointing to the empty bed) was what God meant. Never mind. Come downstairs and finish your wine. I see you dont care about it all. Why should you! you are not her father, and you may thank God you are not. Go, and be merry while you can, young sir! . . . And yet, all this might have been yours. Andbut I dont suppose you are one to be won by moneybut all this may be yours still, and twenty thousand pounds to boot. I want no money, sir, but what I can earn with my own sword. Earn my money, then! What on earth do you want of me! To keep your oath, said Salterne, clutching his arm, and looking up into his face with searching eyes. My oath! How did you know that I had one? Ah! you were well ashamed of it, I suppose, next day! A drunken frolic all about a poor merchants daughter! But there is nothing hidden that shall not be revealed, nor done in the closet that is not proclaimed on the house-tops. Ashamed of it, sir, I never was: but I have a right to ask how you came to know it? What if a poor fat squinny rogue, a low-born fellow even as I am, whom you had baffled and made a laughing-stock, had come to me in my loneliness and sworn before God that if you honorable gentlemen would not keep your words, he the clown would? John Brimblecombe? |
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