A Life for a Life, Volume 1 (of 3)Craik, Dinah Maria Mulock
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A Life for a Life, Volume 1 (of 3)
Craik, Dinah Maria Mulock
Fiction
"Hold your tongue, and go to your bed."
It was not possible to go to mine, till I had arranged my thoughts.
What he stated must be correct. If otherwise, it is next to impossible
that, in his position of intimacy, he should not have heard it. Families
do not, I suppose, so easily forget one who is lost. There must have
been only those three daughters.
I may lay me down in peace. Thou who seest not as man sees, wilt Thou
make it peace, even for me?
CHAPTER VI. HER STORY.
```"Gone to be married? gone to swear a peace?
```Shall Lewis have Blanche, and Blanche these
`````provinces?"=
Which means, "shall Treherne have Lisa, and Lisa Treherne Court?"
Yes, it is to be: I suppose it must be. Though not literally "gone to be
married," they are certainly "going."
For seven days the balance hung doubtful. I do not know exactly what
turned the scale; sometimes a strong suspicion strikes me that it was
Doctor Urquhart; but I have given up cogitating on the subject. Where
one is utterly powerless--a mere iota in a house--when, whatever one
might desire, one's opinion has not a straw's weight with anybody, what
is the good of vexing one's self in vain!
I shall content myself with giving a straightforward, succinct account
of the week; this week which, I cannot deny, has made a vital difference
in our family. Though outwardly all went on as usual--our quiet,
monotonous life, unbroken by a single "event,"--breakfast, dinner, tea,
and sleep coming round in ordinary rotation; still the change is made.
What a long time it seems since Sunday week.
That day, after the tumult of Saturday, when I fairly shut myself up to
escape out of the way, of both suitors, the coming and the going one,
--sure that neither of my sisters would particularly want me--that
Sunday was not a happy one. The only pleasant bit in it was the walk
home from church; when, Penelope mounting guard over the lovers, I
thought it no more than right to be civil to Dr. Urquhart. In so doing,
I resolutely smothered down my annoyance at their joining us, and at the
young gentleman's taking so much upon himself already, forsooth: lest
Captain Treherne's friend should discover that I was not in the most
amiable mood possible with regard to this marriage. And in so valorously
"putting myself into my pocket,"--the had self which had been uppermost
all day--somehow it slipped away as my pin-cushions and pencil-cases are
wont to do--slid down to the earth and vanished.
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