Richard Carvel — Volume 01 by Winston Churchill
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Uncle Grafton's overseer, was seldom known to use his firearms or the
rawhide slung across his saddle. The negroes in their linsey-woolsey jackets and checked trousers would stand among the hills grinning at us children as we passed; and there was not one of them, nor of the white servants for that matter, that I could not call by name. And all this time I was busily wooing Mistress Dolly; but she, little minx, would give me no satisfaction. I see her standing among the strawberries, her black hair waving in the wind, and her red lips redder still from the stain. And the sound of her childish voice comes back to me now after all these years. And this was my first proposal: "Dorothy, when you grow up and I grow up, you will marry me, and I shall give you all these strawberries." "I will marry none but a soldier," says she, "and a great man." "Then will I be a soldier," I cried, "and greater than the Governor himself." And I believed it. "Papa says I shall marry an earl," retorts Dorothy, with a toss of her pretty head. "There are no earls among us," I exclaimed hotly, for even then I had some of that sturdy republican spirit which prevailed among the younger generation. "Our earls are those who have made their own way, like my grandfather." For I had lately heard Captain Clapsaddle say this and much more on the subject. But Dorothy turned up her nose. "I shall go home when I am eighteen,"--she said, "and I shall meet his |
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