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St. Ives: Being the Adventures of a French Prisoner in England

Chapter 5 ST. IVES IS SHOWN A HOUSE

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essential point neglected; and I ran to the head of the stairs to find myself already too late. The lawyer was beyond my view; in the archway that led do

be solitary, I was suffered to sit here behind my piece of cannon unmolested. The cliff went down before me almost sheer, but mantled with a thicket of climbing trees; from farther down, an outwork raised its turret; and across

other-or entered and left the shops, which are in that quarter, and, for a town of the Britannic provinces, particularly fine. My mind being busy upon other things, the course of my eye was the more random; and it chanced that I followed, for some time, the advance of a young gentleman with a red head and a white great-coat, for whom I cared nothing at the moment

tle impression I had made, even supposing I had made any, how soon it would die out! how soon I should sink to be a phantom memory, with which (in after days) she might amuse a husband and children! No, the impression must be clenched, the wax impressed with the seal, ere I left Edinburgh. And at this the two interests that were now contending in my bosom came together and became one. I wished to see Flora again; and I wanted some one to further me in my flight and to get me new clothes. The conclusion was apparent. Except for persons in the garrison itself, with whom it was a point of honour and military duty to retain me captive, I knew, in the whole country of Scotland, these two alone. If it were to be done at all,

ow and blushes; and he advanced to me with an air of one stubbornly performing a duty, like a raw soldier under fire. I laid down my carving; greeted him with a good deal of formality, such as I thought he would enjoy; and finding him to remain silent, branched off into narrati

ops in the Peninsula. A young gentleman of spirit may w

o be dangling here at home and going through with this foolery of

' said I. 'I have fe

roops, are there, quite s

have a defect,-they are not to be trusted in a retr

l character,' he said-God forg

ot so ill advised as to give it utterance. Every one should be flattered, but boys and women without stint; and I put in the

think your sincerity is beautiful. I think you have a noble character. I admire you very

you again s

ora-Miss Gilchrist, I mean-come to-day. I wished to see more of you myself. I

played on one so gullible, part raging that I should have burned so much incense before the vanity of England; yet, in

that I declare, as I went to meet them, I might have afforded a subject for a painter. So much was high comedy, I must confess; but so soon as my eyes lighted full on her dark face and

ject for a confidence, but there is actually no one here, even of my comrades, that knows me by my name and title. By these I am called plain Champdivers, a name to which I have a right, but not

d the boy; 'I kne

vely. All through this interview she kept them on the ground, or only

ortress, and take my own name upon my lips, is painful to the proud. And yet I wished that you should know me. Long after this, we may yet hear

books, get me tobacco if I used it, and the like. This would have been all mighty welcome, befo

with what liberty I have, I have the opportunity to see a myriad roofs, and I dare to say, thirty leagues of sea and land. All this hostile! Under all these roofs my enemies dwell; wherever I see the smoke of a house rising, I must tell myself that some one sits before the chimney and reads with joy of our reverses. Pardon me, dear frie

tood a

regards Ronald and myself, a true one. Come, I belie

ce of our projected flight. Thence we had a view of some foreshortened suburbs at our feet, and beyond of a green, open, and irregular country rising towards the Pen

smoke out of the midst of them. That is Swanston Cottage, where my brother and I are living with my aunt. If it gives you pleasure to see it, I am glad. We, too, can see the cast

lieved the horrors of this place, I believe, I hope, I know, you would be glad. I will come here daily and look at that dear chimney an

es?' she said softly. 'But I thin

whom (to say the truth)

if possible, the memory of my last and somewhat too fervent speech, who should come past us but the ma

hat man?'

. 'I give him lessons in French,

'I do not say, rudely;

ed at, mademoiselle, suffer me

seemed anger. 'I tell you

y harm. I suppose he was just surprised to see u

oms, and after I had dutifully corrected his exerc

ur pardon

he. 'You understand me pe

something a

g back. 'That was the young lady whom Goguelat insulted and who

the first also, if it amuses you! You are become so very

her name?

. 'Do you think it li

t certain,

. 'Well, then, do you think it l

d he. 'But come,

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St. Ives: Being the Adventures of a French Prisoner in England
St. Ives: Being the Adventures of a French Prisoner in England
“Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson (13 November 1850 – 3 December 1894) was a Scottish novelist, poet, essayist, and travel writer. His most famous works are Treasure Island, Kidnapped, and Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. "St. Ives: Being The Adventures of a French Prisoner in England" (1897) is an unfinished novel by Robert Louis Stevenson. It was completed in 1898 by Arthur Quiller-Couch. The plot concerns the adventures of the dashing Capitaine Jacques St. Ives, a Napoleonic soldier, after his capture by the British. (Excerpt from Wikipedia)”
1 Chapter 1 A TALE OF A LION RAMPANT2 Chapter 2 A TALE OF A PAIR OF SCISSORS3 Chapter 3 MAJOR CHEVENIX COMES INTO THE STORY, AND GOGUELAT GOES OUT4 Chapter 4 ST. IVES GETS A BUNDLE OF BANK NOTES5 Chapter 5 ST. IVES IS SHOWN A HOUSE6 Chapter 6 THE ESCAPE7 Chapter 7 SWANSTON COTTAGE8 Chapter 8 THE HEN-HOUSE9 Chapter 9 THREE IS COMPANY, AND FOUR NONE10 Chapter 10 THE DROVERS11 Chapter 11 THE GREAT NORTH ROAD12 Chapter 12 I FOLLOW A COVERED CART NEARLY TO MY DESTINATION13 Chapter 13 I MEET TWO OF MY COUNTRYMEN14 Chapter 14 THE ADVENTURE OF THE ATTORNEY'S CLERK15 Chapter 15 THE HOME-COMING OF MR. ROWLEY'S VISCOUNT16 Chapter 16 THE DESPATCH-BOX17 Chapter 17 MR. ROMAINE CALLS ME NAMES18 Chapter 18 THE DEVIL AND ALL AT AMERSHAM PLACE19 Chapter 19 AFTER THE STORM20 Chapter 20 I BECOME THE OWNER OF A CLARET-COLOURED CHAISE21 Chapter 21 CHARACTER AND ACQUIREMENTS OF MR. ROWLEY22 Chapter 22 THE ADVENTURE OF THE RUNAWAY COUPLE23 Chapter 23 THE INN-KEEPER OF KIRKBY-LONSDALE24 Chapter 24 I MEET A CHEERFUL EXTRAVAGANT25 Chapter 25 THE COTTAGE AT NIGHT26 Chapter 26 THE SABBATH DAY27 Chapter 27 EVENTS OF MONDAY THE LAWYER'S PARTY28 Chapter 28 EVENTS OF TUESDAY THE TOILS CLOSING29 Chapter 29 EVENTS OF WEDNESDAY; THE UNIVERSITY OF CRAMOND