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twg_000012580200 | is a very good fellow?" "No, sir, I did not. I told you that _some_ people say he is a very good fellow, but for myself I think him an uncommonly bad man, a man who has done me great injury in his day--" "It grieves me to hear you say so," interrupted Oliver, whose ire was again roused by | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580201 | the tone and manner of his companion. "A decidedly bad man," continued the old gentleman, not noticing the interruption, "a thorough rascal, a smuggler, and a drunkard, and--" "Hold, sir!" cried the youth sternly, as he stopped and faced the old gentleman, "remember that you speak of my relative. Had you been a younger... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580202 | abruptly. "Go on, sir," said the old gentleman ironically, "you would have pommelled me to a jelly with your cudgel, I suppose; is that it?--acting somewhat in the spirit of your kinsman, that same smuggling and tippling old scoundrel, who--" "Enough, sir," interrupted the young man angrily; "we part company here." So ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580203 | the road from the moor, and hurried away. "Take the first turn to the left, and keep straight on, else you'll lose yourself aga-a-a-in," roared the old gentleman, "and my compliments to the rascally old smugg-le-e-r-r!" "The old scoundrel!" muttered the youth as he hurried away. "The young puppy!" growled the old gentl... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580204 | and the bottle indeed--humph! the excitable jackanapes! But I've given him a turn in the wrong direction that will cool his blood somewhat, and give me leisure to cool mine too, before we meet again." Here the old gentleman's red countenance relaxed into a broad grin, and he chuckled a good deal, in the midst of a runn... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580205 | the conduct and appearance of his late companion, from the disjointed sentences of which it might have been gathered that although his introduction to the young doctor had been unfortunate, and the succeeding intercourse stormy, his opinion of him was not altogether unfavourable. CHAPTER TWO. SHOWS WHAT ASTONISHING RES... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580206 | advanced half a mile on his path, he had cooled sufficiently to experience some regret at having been so quick to take offence at one who, being evidently an eccentric character, should not, he thought, have been broken with so summarily. Regrets, however, had come too late, so he endeavoured to shake off the disagreea... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580207 | the more effectually to accomplish this, burst forth into a bravura song with so much emphasis as utterly to drown, and no doubt to confound, two larks, which, up to that time, had been pouring their melodious souls out of their little bodies in the bright blue sky above. Presently he came to a part of the moor where t... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580208 | roads diverged--one to the right and the other to the left. Recalling the shout of advice which the old gentleman had given him in parting, he took that which led to the left, and was gratified, on gaining an eminence a short distance in advance, to see in the far distance a square turret, which he concluded was that o... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580209 | the church of St. Just. Keeping this turret in view, the youth stepped out so vigorously that he soon reached the small town that clustered round the church, and going up to the first man he met, said, "This is the town of St. Just, I suppose, is it not?" "No, et is'n; thee's come the wrang road, sur," replied | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580210 | the rustic. "This es Sennen church-town. St. Just es up over th' hill theere." Oliver Trembath's first feeling was one of surprise; this was followed by annoyance, which quickly degenerated into anger as it flashed into his mind that the old gentleman might possibly have led him wrong on purpose. "How far is it to St. ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580211 | six miles, sur." "Then I suppose I am not far from the Land's End?" said Oliver after a pause. "No, not fur," replied the man. "Et do lie straight before 'ee." Thanking the man, Oliver started off at a smart pace, resolving, before proceeding to St. Just, to visit this extreme western point of England-- a visit to whic... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580212 | had often looked forward with pleasant anticipation. During the last hour of his walk the sun had been obscured by clouds, but, just as he approached the cliffs, the clouds separated, and a golden flood rushed over the broad Atlantic, which now lay spread out before him in all its wide majesty as far as the eye could s... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580213 | good omen!" cried the youth with a shout, as he hurried towards the shore, intending to fling off his garments and bathe in the mighty ocean, which, from the place where he first beheld it, appeared to be smooth and still as a mill-pond. But Oliver was compelled to restrain his ardour, for on nearing the sea he found t... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580214 | he stood on the summit of high cliffs, beyond which the Land's End stretched in a succession of broken masses of granite, so chafed and shattered by the action of the sea, and so curiously split, as to resemble basaltic columns. To reach the outermost of those weather-worn sentinels of Old England, required some cautio... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580215 | traveller, even although well used to scaling the rocky heights of Scottish mountains, and when he did at last plant his foot on the veritable Land's End, he found that it was a precipice apparently sixty feet high, which descended perpendicularly into deep water. His meditated bathe was therefore an impossibility, for... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580216 | a distance, gathered slow and gradual height as they approached the land, and at last, assuming the form of majestic waves, flung themselves with a grand roar on the stern cliffs which they have battered so long in vain, and round which--always repulsed but never conquered--they seethed in milky foam. With glistening e... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580217 | young doctor stood long and motionless on this extreme point of land--absorbed in admiration of the glorious scene before him. Often had he beheld the sea in the firths and estuaries of the North, but never till now had he conceived the grandeur of the great Atlantic. It seemed to him as if the waves of those inland se... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580218 | tossed by wild storms, were but rough miniature copies of the huge billows which arose before him, without apparent cause, and, advancing without rush or agitation, fell successively with solemn roar at his feet, awakening irresistibly within him deep and new thoughts of the Almighty Creator of earth and sea. For many ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580219 | a species of calm delight over the grand scene, but incapable of fixing itself definitely on any special feature--now sweeping out to where the Scilly Isles could be seen resting on the liquid horizon, anon following the flight of circling seagulls, or busy counting the innumerable ships and boats that rested on the se... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580220 | if under the influence of fascination, to that rich turmoil of foam which boiled, leaped, and churned, around, beneath, and above the mighty breakers. Awaking at last from his trance, Oliver tore himself from the spot, and hastened away to seek the nearest strip of sand where he might throw off his clothes and plunge i... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580221 | proceeded in a southerly direction, impatiently expecting at every step to discover some spot suitable for his purpose, but he had taken a long and rapid walk before he found a break in those wild cliffs which afforded him the opportunity of descending to the water's edge. Here, on a narrow strip of sand, he undressed ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580222 | waves. Well was it for Oliver that day that he had been trained in all manly exercises, that his "wind" was good, that his muscles were hard, his nerves well strung, and, above all, that in earliest youth he had learned to swim. Misjudging, in his ignorance, the tremendous power of the surf into which he sprang, and da... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580223 | recklessness in the conscious possession of unusual strength and courage, he did not pause to look or consider, but at once struck out to sea. He was soon beyond the influence of the breaking waves, and for some time sported in the full enjoyment of the briny Atlantic waters. Then turning towards the shore he swam in a... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580224 | tossing among the breakers. As he neared the sandy beach and felt the full power of the water on his partially exhausted frame, he experienced a slight feeling of anxiety, for the thunder of each wave as it fell and rushed up before him in seething foam, seemed to indicate a degree of force which he had not realised in | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580225 | his first vigorous plunge into the sea. A moment more and a wave caught him in its curling crest, and swept him onwards. For the first time in his life, Oliver Trembath's massive strength was of no avail to him. He felt like a helpless infant. In another instant the breaker fell and swept him with irresistible violence... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580226 | beach amid a turmoil of hissing foam. No sooner did he touch the ground than he sprang to his feet, and staggered forward a few paces but the returning rush of water swept sand and stones from beneath his feet, carried his legs from under him, and hurled him back into the hollow of the succeeding wave, which again roll... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580227 | him on the sand. Although somewhat stunned, Oliver did not lose consciousness or self-possession. He now fully realised the extreme danger of his position, and the thought flashed through his brain that, at the farthest, his fate must be decided in two or three minutes. Acting on a brave spirit, this thought nerved him... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580228 | could plant his feet firmly he bounded forwards, and then, before the backward rush of water had gathered strength, fell on his knees, and dug his fingers and toes deep into the sand. Had the grasp been on something firm he could easily have held on, but the treacherous sand crumbled out of his grasp, and a second time... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580229 | was carried back into the sea. The next time he was cast on the beach he felt that his strength was failing; he staggered forward as soon as he touched bottom, with all the energy of one who avails himself of his last chance, but the angry water was too strong for him. Feeling that he was being overpowered, he | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580230 | cast his arms up in the air, and gave utterance to a loud cry. It was not like a cry of despair, but sounded more like what one might suppose would be the shout of a brave soldier when compelled to give way-- fighting--before the might of overwhelming force. At that moment a hand caught the young man's wrist, and | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580231 | held it for a few seconds in a powerful grasp. The wave retreated, a staggering effort followed, and the next moment Oliver stood panting on the beach grasping the rough hand of his deliverer. "Semen to me you was pretty nigh gone, sur," said the man, who had come thus opportunely to the rescue, as he wrung the sea-wat... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580232 | his garments. He was a man of middle height, but of extremely powerful frame, and was habited in the garb of a fisherman. "Truly I had been gone altogether but for your timely assistance; may God reward you for it!" said Oliver earnestly. "Well, I don't think you would be so ready to thank me if you did knaw I | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580233 | had half made up my mind to lev 'ee go." Oliver looked at the man in some surprise, for he spoke gruffly, almost angrily, and was evidently in earnest. "You are jesting," said he incredulously. "Jestin'; no I ain't, maister. Do 'ee see the boat out over?" he said, pointing to a small craft full of men which was being | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580234 | rowed swiftly round a point not more than half a mile distant; "the villains are after me. They might as well have tried to kitch a cunger by the tail as nab Jim Cuttance in one of his dens, if he hadn't bin forced by the softness of his 'art to pull a young fool out o' the say. You'll | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580235 | have to help me to fight, lad, as I've saved your life. Come, follow me to the cave." "But--my clothes--" said Oliver, glancing round him in search of his garments. "They're all safe up here; come along, sur, an' look sharp." At any other time, and in other circumstances, Oliver Trembath's fiery spirit would have resen... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580236 | of this man's address, but the feeling that he owed his life to him, and that in some way he appeared to be the innocent cause of bringing misfortune on him, induced him to restrain his feelings and obey without question the mandate of his rescuer. Jim Cuttance led the way to a cave in the rugged cliffs, the low | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580237 | entrance to which was concealed by a huge mass of granite. The moment they entered several voices burst forth in abuse of the fisherman for his folly in exposing himself; but the latter only replied with a sarcastic laugh, and advised his comrades to get ready for action, for he had been seen by the enemy, who would be... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580238 | on them directly. At the same time he pointed to Oliver's clothes, which lay in a recess in the side of the cavern. The youth dressed himself rapidly, and, while thus engaged, observed that there were five men in the cavern, besides his guide, with whom they retired into the farthest recess of the place, and entered in... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580239 | apparently angry, though low-toned, conversation. At length their leader, for such he evidently was, swung away from them, exclaiming, with a laugh, "Well, well, he's a good recruit, and if he should peach on we--us can--" He concluded the sentence with a significant grunt. "Now, sur," he said, advancing with his comra... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580240 | be here in ten minutes, an' it is expected that you will lend we a hand. Here's a weapon for you." So saying, he handed a large pistol to Oliver, who received it with some hesitation. "I trust that your cause is a good one," he said. "You cannot expect me to fight for you, even though I am indebted | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580241 | to you for my life, without knowing against whom I fight, and why." At this a tall thick-set man suddenly cocked his pistol, and uttering a fierce oath swore that if the stranger would not fight, he'd shoot him through the head. "Silence, Joe Tonkin!" cried Jim Cuttance, in a tone that at once subdued the man. Oliver, ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580242 | had flashed like those of a tiger, drew himself up, and said--"Look at me, lads; I have no desire to boast of what I can or will do, but I assure you it would be as easy to turn back the rising tide as to force me to fight against my will--except, indeed, with yourselves. As I have said, I | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580243 | owe my life to your leader, and apparently have been the innocent means of drawing his enemies upon him. Gratitude tells me to help him if I can, and help him will if the cause be not a bad one." "Well spoken, sur," said the leader, with an approving nod; "see to the weapons, Maggot, and I'll explain it all | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580244 | to the gentleman." So saying, he too Oliver aside, told him hurriedly that the men who ere expected to attack them were fishermen belonging to a neighbouring cove, whose mackerel nets had been accidentally cut by his boat some weeks ago, and who were bent on revenge, not believing that the thing had been done by accide... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580245 | don't mean to use fire-arms against them in such a quarrel?" said Oliver. A sort of humorous smile crossed the swarthy countenance of the man as he replied-- "They will use pistols against we." "Be that as it may," said Oliver; "I will never consent to risk taking the life of a countryman in such a cause." "But you can... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580246 | fight without a weapon," said the man; "and sure, if 'ee don't shut them they'll shut you." "No matter, I'll take my chance," said Oliver; "my good cudgel would have served me well enough, but it seems to have been swept away by the sea. Here, however, is a weapon that will suit me admirably," he added, picking up a | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580247 | heavy piece of driftwood that lay at his feet. "Well, if you scat their heads with that, they won't want powder and lead," observed the other with a grin, as he rose and returned to the entrance of the cave, where he warned his comrades to keep as quiet as mice. The boat which had caused so much angry discussion | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580248 | among the men of the cave had by this time neared the beach, and one of the crew stood up in the bow to guide her into the narrow cove, which formed but a slight protection, even in calm weather, against the violence of that surf which never ceases to grind at the hard rocks of West Cornwall. At length | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580249 | they effected a landing, and the crew, consisting of nine men armed with pistols and cutlasses, hurried up to the cliffs and searched for the entrance to the cavern. While the events which have been related were taking place, the shades of evening had been gradually creeping over land and sea, and the light was at that... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580250 | to permit of things being distinguished clearly beyond a few yards. The men in the cavern hid themselves in the dark recesses on each side of the entrance, ready for the approaching struggle. Oliver crouched beside his rescuer with the piece of driftwood by his side. Turning suddenly to his companion, he said, in an al... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580251 | did not occur to me before, but the men we are about to fight with will recognise me again if we should ever chance to meet; could I not manage to disguise myself in some way?" "If you get shut," replied his companion in the same low tone, "it won't matter much; but see here--shut your eyes." Without further remark | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580252 | the man took a handful of wet earth and smeared it over Oliver's face, then, clapping his own "sou'-wester" on his head, he said, with a soft chuckle, "There, your own mother wouldn't knaw 'ee!" Just then footsteps were heard approaching, and the shadow of a man was seen to rest for a moment on the gravel without. The ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580253 | of the cave was so well hidden, however, that he failed to observe it, and passed on, followed by several of his comrades. Suddenly one of them stopped and said-- "Hold on, lads, it can't be far off, I'm sartin' sure; I seed 'em disappear hereabouts." "You're right," cried Jim Cuttance, with a fierce roar, as he rushed... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580254 | cavern and fired full at the man who had spoken. The others followed, and a volley of shots succeeded, while shouts of defiance and anger burst forth on all sides. Oliver sprang out at the same moment with the leader, and rushed on one of the boat's crew with such violence that his foot slipped on a piece of seaweed | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580255 | and precipitated him to the ground at the man's feet; the other, having sprung forward to meet him was unable to check himself, tripped over his shoulders, and fell on the top of him. The man named Maggot, having been in full career close behind Oliver, tumbled over both, followed by another man named John Cock. The ot... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580256 | down, rushed with a shout to the rescue, just as Oliver, making a superhuman effort, flung the two men off his back and leaped to his feet. Maggot and the boatman also sprang up, and the latter turned and made for the boat at full speed, seeing that his comrades, overcome by the suddenness of the onset, were in retreat... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580257 | fighting as they went. All of them succeeded in getting into the boat unharmed, and were in the act of pushing off, when Jim Cuttance, burning with indignation, leaped into the water, grasped the bow of the boat, and was about to plunge his cutlass into the back of the man nearest him, when he was seized by a strong | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580258 | hand from behind and held back. Next moment the boat was beyond his reach. Turning round fiercely, the man saw that it was Oliver Trembath who had interfered. He uttered a terrible oath, and sprang on him like a tiger; Oliver stood firm, parried with the piece of driftwood the savage cut which was made at his head, and... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580259 | his clenched left hand hit his opponent such a blow on the chest as laid him flat on the sand. The man sprang up in an instant, but instead of renewing the attack, to Oliver's surprise he came forward and held out his hand, which the youth was not unwilling to grasp. "Thank 'ee, sur," he said, somewhat sternly, "you've | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580260 | done me a sarvice; you've prevented me committin' two murders, an' taught me a lesson I never knaw'd afore--that Jim Cuttance an't invulnerable. I don't mind the blow, sur--not I. It wor gov'n in feer fight, an' I was wrang." "I'm glad to find that you view the matter in that light," said Oliver with a smile, "and, tru... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580261 | blow was given in self-defence by one who will never forget that he owes you his life." A groan here turned the attention of the party to one of their number who had seated himself on a rock during the foregoing dialogue. "What! not hurt, are 'ee, Dan?" said his leader, going towards him. To this Dan replied with anoth... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580262 | groan, and placed his hand on his hip. His comrades crowded round him, and, finding that he was wounded and suffering great pain, raised him in their arms and bore him into the cavern, where they laid him on the ground, and, lighting a candle, proceeded to examine him. "You had better let me look at him, lads," said Ol... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580263 | pushing the men gently aside, "I am a surgeon." They gave place at once, and Oliver soon found that the man had received a pistol-ball in his thigh. Fortunately it had been turned aside in its course, and lay only a little way beneath the skin, so that it was easily extracted by means of a penknife. "Now, friends," sai... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580264 | Oliver, after completing the dressing of the wound, "before I met with you I had missed my way while travelling to St. Just. Will one of you direct me to the right road, and I shall bid you good-night, as I think you have no further need of my services." The men looked at their leader, whom they evidently expected | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580265 | to be their spokesman. "Well, sur, you have rendered we some help this hevenin', both in the way o' pickin' out the ball an' helpin' to break skulls as well as preventin' worse, so we can do no less than show 'ee the road; but hark 'ee, sur," here the man became very impressive, "ef you do chance to come | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580266 | across any of us in your travels, you had better not knaw us, 'xcept in an or'nary way, d'ye understand? an' us will do the same by thee." "Of course I will act as you wish," said Oliver with a smile, "although I do not see why we should be ashamed of this affair, seeing that we were the party | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580267 | attacked. There is only one person to whom I would wish to explain the reason of my not appearing sooner, because he will probably know of the arrival in Penzance this morning of the conveyance that brought me to Cornwall." "And who may that be?" demanded Jim Cuttance. "My uncle, Thomas Donnithorne of St. Just," said O... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580268 | fisherman in surprise, while all the others burst into a hearty fit of laughter. "Why do you laugh?" asked Oliver. "Oh, never mind, sur, it's all right," said the man with a chuckle. "Iss, you may tell Thomas Donnithorne; there won't be no harm in tellin' he--oh, dear no!" Again the men laughed loud and long, and Olive... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580269 | powers of forbearance giving way, when Cuttance said to him: "An' you may tell all his friends too, for they're the right sort. Come now, Maggot here will show 'ee the way up to St. Just." So saying, the stout fisherman conducted the young surgeon to the mouth of the cavern, and shaking hands with him left him to the | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580270 | guidance of the man named Maggot, who led him through several lanes, until he reached the highroad between Sennen church-town and St. Just. Here he paused; told his companion to proceed straight on for about four miles or so, when he would reach the town, and bade him good-night. "And mind 'ee, don't go off the road, s... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580271 | a few seconds after the young man had left him, "if 'ee don't want to fall down a shaft and scat your skull." Oliver, not having any desire to scat his skull, whatever that might be, assured the man that he would keep to the road carefully. The moon shone clear in a cloudless sky, covering the wide moor and | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580272 | the broad Atlantic with a flood of silver light, and rendering the road quite distinct, so that our traveller experienced no further difficulty in pursuing his way. He hurried forward at a rapid pace, yet could not resist the temptation to pause frequently and gaze in admiration on the scene of desolate grandeur around... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580273 | it difficult to believe that the stirring events of the last few hours were real. Indeed, if it had not been that there were certain uneasy portions of his frame--the result of his recent encounter on the beach-- which afforded constant and convincing evidence that he was awake, he would have been tempted to believe th... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580274 | day were nothing more than a vivid dream. CHAPTER THREE. INTRODUCES A FEW MORE CHARACTERS AND HOMELY INCIDENTS. It was late when our hero entered the little town of St. Just, and inquired for the residence of his uncle, Thomas Donnithorne. He was directed to one of the most respectable of the group of old houses that s... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580275 | the venerable parish church from which St. Just derives its title of "Church-town." He tapped at the door, which was opened by an elderly female. "Does Mr Thomas Donnithorne live here?" asked Oliver. "Iss, sur, he do," answered the woman; "walk in, sur." She ushered him into a small parlour, in which was seated a prett... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580276 | still in, or only just out of, her teens. Oliver was so taken aback by the unexpected sight that he stood gazing for a moment or two in rather stupid silence. "Your name is Oliver Trembath, I presume," said the girl, rising and laying down the piece of needlework with which she was occupied. "It is," replied Oliver, in... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580277 | surprise, as he blundered out an apology for his rudeness. "Pray sit down, sir," said the girl; "we have been expecting you for some time, and my uncle told me to act the part of hostess till his return." "Your uncle!" exclaimed Oliver, whose self-possession, not to say impudence, returned immediately; "if Thomas Donni... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580278 | maid, you and I must needs be cousins, the which, I confess, fills me with satisfaction and also with somewhat of surprise, for up to this hour I have been ignorant of my good fortune in being related to so--so--" "I made a mistake, sir," said the girl, interrupting a speech which was evidently verging towards impropri... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580279 | Donnithorne uncle to you, who are not aware, it seems, that I am only an adopted niece." "Not aware of it! Of course not," said Oliver, throwing himself into a large armchair, while his fair companion busied herself in spreading the board for a substantial meal. "I could not be aware of much that has occurred in this d... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580280 | of the kingdom, seeing that my worthy uncle has vouchsafed to write me only two letters in the course of my life; once, many years ago, to condole with me--in about ten lines, address and signature included--on the death of my dear mother; and once again to tell me he had procured an appointment for me as assistant-sur... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580281 | mining district of St. Just. He must have been equally uncommunicative to my mother, for she never mentioned your existence. However, since I have now made the agreeable discovery, I trust that you will dispense with ceremony, and allow me at once to call you cousin. By the way, you have not yet told me your name." The... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580282 | was charmingly unsophisticated, replied that her name was Rose Ellis, and that she had no objection whatever to being called cousin without delay. "Well, cousin Rose," said Oliver, "if it be not prying into secrets, I should like to know how long it is since my uncle adopted you." "About nineteen years ago," replied Ro... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580283 | you were born? impossible!" Rose laughed--a short, clear, little laugh which she nipped in the bud abruptly, and replied-- "Well, it was only a short time after I was born. I was wrecked on this coast"--the expressive face here became very grave--"and all on board our ship perished except myself." Oliver saw at once th... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580284 | tender subject, and hastened to change it by asking a number of questions about his uncle, from which he gradually diverged to the recent events in his own history, which he began to relate with much animation. His companion was greatly interested and amused. She laughed often and heartily in a melodious undertone, and... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580285 | was peculiar, and had the effect of displaying a double row of pretty little teeth, and of almost entirely shutting up her eyes. She seemed to enjoy a laugh so much that he exerted all his powers to tickle her risible faculties, and dwelt long and graphically on his meeting with the irascible old gentleman in the lane.... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580286 | still busy with this part of the discourse when a heavy step was heard outside. "There's my uncle," exclaimed Rose, springing up. A moment after the door opened, and in walked the identical irascible old gentleman himself! If a petrified impersonation of astonishment had been a possibility, Oliver Trembath would, on th... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580287 | rather lay, extended for at least half a minute with his eyes wide and his mouth partly open, bereft alike of the powers of speech and motion. "Heyday, young man!" exclaimed the old gentleman, planting his sturdy frame in the middle of the floor as if he meant then and there to demand and exact an ample apology, or to | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580288 | inflict condign and terrible chastisement, for past misdeeds; "you appear to be making yourself quite at home--eh?" "My _dear_ sir!" exclaimed Oliver, leaping up with a look of dismay; "how can I express my--my--but is it, _can_ it be possible that you are Mr Donnithorne--m-my--uncle?" Oliver's expression, and the look... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580289 | not account for such a strange reception of her newly-found cousin, proved almost too much for the old gentleman, whose eyes had already begun to twinkle. "Ay, young man, I am Tom Donnithorne, your uncle, the vile, old, smuggling, brandy-loving rascal, who met his respectful nephew on the road to St. Just"--at this poi... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580290 | her mouth, darted to her own apartment in a distant corner of the house, and there, seated on her little bed, went into what is not inaptly styled fits of laughter--"and who now," continued the old gentleman, relaxing into a genial smile, and grasping his nephew's hand, "welcomes Oliver Trembath to his house, with all ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580291 | who will say after that, that old Donnithorne does not know how to return good for evil?" "But, my dear uncle," began Oliver, "allow me to explain--" "Now, now, look at that--kept me hours too late for supper already, and he's going to take up more time with explanations," cried the old gentleman, flinging himself on t... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580292 | Oliver had risen, and wiping his bald pate with a red silk handkerchief. "What can you explain, boy, except that you met an angry old fellow in a lane who called your uncle such hard names that you couldn't help giving him a bit of your mind--there, there, sit down, sit down.--Hallo!" he shouted, starting up impulsivel... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580293 | head into the passage, "Rose, Rose, I say, where are you?--hallo!" "Coming, uncle--I'm here." The words came back like an echo, and in another minute Rose appeared with a much-flushed countenance. "Come along, lass, let's have supper without delay. Where is aunty? Rout her out, and tell that jade of a cook that if she ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580294 | minutes I'll--I'll--. Well, Oliver, talking of explanations, how comes it that you are so late?" "Because I took the wrong road after leaving you in the lane," replied the youth, with a significant glance at his uncle, whose eyes were at the moment fixed gravely on the ground. "The wrong road--eh?" said Mr Donnithorne,... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580295 | and then laughing. "Well, well, it was only _quid pro quo_, boy; you put a good deal of unnecessary earth and stones over my head, so I thought it was but fair that I should put a good deal more of the same under your feet, besides giving you the advantage of seeing the Land's End, which, of course, every | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580296 | youth of intelligence must take a deep interest in beholding. But, sure, a walk thither, and thence to St. Just, could not have detained you so long?" "Truly no," replied Oliver; "I had a rencontre--a sort of adventure with fishermen, which--" "Fishermen!" exclaimed Mr Donnithorne in surprise; "are ye sure they were no... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580297 | they looked like such," replied Oliver; "but my adventure with them, whatever they were, was the cause of my detention, and I can only express my grief that the circumstance has incommoded your household, but, you see, it took some time to beat off the boat's crew, and then I had to examine a wound and extract--" "What... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580298 | boy!" exclaimed Mr Donnithorne, frowning, "beat off a boat's crew--examine a wound! Why, Rose, Molly, come hither. Here we have a young gallant who hath begun life in the far west in good style; but hold, here comes my excellent friend Captain Dan, who is no friend to the smugglers; he is to sup with us to-night; so we... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580299 | repress our curiosity till after supper. Let me introduce you, Oliver to my wife, your Aunt Molly, or, if you choose to be respectful, Aunt Mary." As he spoke, a fat, fair, motherly-looking lady of about five-and-forty entered the room, greeting her husband with a rebuke, and her nephew with a smile. "Never mind him, O... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
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