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Title: Capt'n Davy's Honeymoon
1893
Author: Hall Caine
Release Date: May 23, 2008 [EBook #25572]
Language: English
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CAPT'N DAVY'S HONEYMOON
By Hall Caine
Harper And Brothers - 1893
CHAPTER I.
"My money, ma'am--my money, not me."
"So you say, sir."
"It's my money you've been marrying, ma'am."
"Maybe so, sir."
"Deny it, deny it!"
"Why should I? You say it is so, and so be it."
"Then d------ the money. It took me more till ten years to make it, and
middling hard work at that; but you go bail it'll take me less nor ten
months to spend it. Ay, or ten weeks, and aisy doing, too! And 'till
it's gone, Mistress Quig-gin--d'ye hear me?--gone, every mortal penny of
it gone, pitched into the sea, scattered to smithereens, blown to ould
Harry, and dang him--I'll lave ye, ma'am, I'll lave ye; and, sink or
swim, I'll darken your doors no more."
The lady and gentleman who blazed at each other with these burning
words, which were pointed, and driven home by flashing eyes and
quivering lips, were newly-married husband and wife. They were staying
at the old Castle Mona, in Douglas, Isle of Man, and their honeymoon
had not yet finished its second quarter. The gentleman was Captain Davy
Quiggin, commonly called Capt'n Davy, a typical Manx sea-dog, thirty
years of age; stalwart, stout, shaggy, lusty-lunged, with the tongue of
a trooper, the heavy manners of a bear, the stubborn head of a stupid
donkey, and the big, soft heart of the baby of a girl. The lady was
Ellen Kinvig, known of old to all and sundry as Nelly, Ness, or
Nell, but now to everybody concerned as Mistress Capt'n Davy Quiggin,
six-and-twenty years of age, tall, comely, as blooming as the gorse;
once as free as the air, and as racy of the soil as new-cut peat, but
suddenly grown stately, smooth, refined, proud, and reserved. They loved
each other to the point of idolatry; and yet they parted ten days after
marriage with these words of wroth and madness. Something had
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