Capt'n Davy's Honeymoon

Capt'n Davy's Honeymoon

Then d the money. It took me more till ten years to make it, and middling hard work at that; but you go bail itll take me less nor ten months to spend it. Ay, or ten weeks, and aisy doing, too! And till its gone, Mistress Quig-gindye hear me?gone, every mortal penny of it gone, pitched into the sea, scattered to smithereens, blown to ould Harry, and dang himIll lave ye, maam, Ill lave ye; and, sink or swim, Ill 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 Captn 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 Captn 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 come between them. What was it? Another man? No. Another woman? Still no. What then? A ghost, an intangible, almost an invisible but very real and divorce-making co-respondent. They call it Education. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 25572
Author: Caine, Hall
Release Date: May 23, 2008
Format: eBook
Language: English