A Life Unveiled, by a Child of the DrumlinsAnonymous
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A Life Unveiled, by a Child of the Drumlins
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Girls -- Biography; Women physicians -- United States -- Biography; Young women -- Biography
One evening, weeks later, at their home, they began jesting about my
marrying, speculating as to the kind of man I would be likely to love.
I did not like such talk. (Once, earlier, when he had been trying to
make light of what had happened, to reassure me and dispel my remorse
he had said, “You will marry some good man one of these days, and
forget all about this.” Aside from other considerations, entirely apart
from this, I had previously declared that I should never marry; but now
in my hypersensitiveness over it all, I actually thought I had lost
the right to marry--I knew I could not marry without confessing that a
married man had made love to me, and that I had listened to him, and I
fully believed that any honourable man would despise me for this. I was
in dead earnest. In vain he had tried to point out how little I had to
be remorseful about; deaf to his arguments, I thought them put forth
only because of his own callous depravity.) And so I was angry at him
now for bringing up this question in his home; but continuing, he said:
“Jane, the Doctor says she will never marry--do you know why?”
I was afraid he was coming out with the whole story. He turned on the
boys, who were showing an eager interest in the talk, saying, “Boys, go
in the other room”; then, turning to me, said, “You say you will never
marry; you think you are strong enough to stick to that; you pride
yourself on being independent, but--_if I were free_, I’d make you
marry me, _and I’d make you love me_! You couldn’t help yourself. Oh,
you needn’t mind Jane--she doesn’t mind--do you, Jane? She knows me,
and knows I love you--I’d show you what your resolutions would amount
to--_if I were free_!”
This, accompanied with poorly veiled excitement and a daredevil look,
and said to me _before her_, in their own home, made me speechless. For
her sake I had done my best to appear ignorant of his special interest
in me; but here he was boldly confessing it, and, in a way, challenging
me again to withstand him. It roused my scorn and contempt, and I fear
I showed it that night.
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