Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Joscelyn: A Tale of the Revolution >> Chapter XXXII: Conference and Confidence >> Page 276

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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
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bekaise I stick it in his coat-pocket. Why, with all this clothing, he'd
never do anything useful or sensible in the world. He'd be for dress-
ing himself up with clean shirt and stockings at every running water
he'd come to!"
Walter could only smile faintly. His self-esteem was becoming
singularly circumspect and timid.
"I'll take care of everything for you, so long as I'm a living
She, with this assurance, was about to take the things into her
chamber, when he stopped her, and pulling his purse from his bosom,
"Mrs. Carter, perhaps I had better leave with you some of my
money also?"
" 'Twould be more sensible."
"Here is some gold."
She counted the guineas as he passed them into her hand.
"Lord save us from temptation! Eighteen gould guineas, as I'm
an honest woman! Why, Lord! young man, the wonder is, with sich
a head as you carry, that you got so far without losing gould and life
together. That horse-thief guessed you had this gould, I reckon; he
know'd it, jest from the way that you left your horse, knowing how
you hed fought shy of him. Don't you see?"
Walter did not see; but he did not attempt to show that the good
lady was illogical. He simply said, in a kindly and gentle manner:
"I confide to you, Mrs. Carter, as you have confided to me, you
will find me a gentleman, though, perhaps, by no means as wise as I
should be. Keep this money for me till my return, and if I should
never return, keep it for yourself. The silver which I have will be
quite enough for my purposes."
Hoecake and fried bacon for breakfast, at the dawn of day, and
then Walter Dunbar departed from the rude dwelling which had
sheltered him, and the rude but honest woman who had counseled
him, on foot, light of burden, if not of heart, and following, as he
did with ease, the route prescribed for him by his hostess, which was
one leading directly to the camp of Fletchall, but sheltered by hill
and thicket all the way, though moving all the way within bugle
sound of the main trace through the country.