Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
"No indeed, for God above
Is great to grant, as mighty to make,
And creates the love to reward the love;
I claim you still for my own love's sake!
Delayed it may be for more lives yet,
Through worlds I shall traverse, not a few;
Much is to learn, much to forget,
Ere the time be come for taking you."
--ROBERT BROWNING.
But at rare intervals was that dark torturing shadow, so dreaded by
Lady Shanno, wont to fall across her path; but in the bodily weakness
caused by her sorrow and her long months of watching it sprang up
once more during the lonely weeks which followed her father's death,
and in its terror the poor girl fled from her castle walls and took
shelter as in her childhood beneath the lowly roof of her
foster-father, where his loving care speedily soothed her tortured
nerves to rest. Then at last she prevailed on him to give up his
humble home and return with her for ever to the castle, that she
might cheer his old age and he protect her from her girlish terrors
within those ancient halls, whose resounding echoes and empty
vastness now seemed more dreary than she could bear. And though even
now it cost the old man a pang to leave his riverside cot, where he
had dwelt so many long years, yet there was a certain proud
satisfaction mixed with the love which drew him to his
foster-daughter's side, in that he, the humble boatman, should be
called to end his days within those brave old walls, with a secret
right so to do which was little guessed by any of his village
friends. Still, although his daughter and her noble husband were
dead, the old man clung fixedly to his resolve to maintain silence as
to his real relationship to his foster-child, and seemed to take a
greater pride in his own secret knowledge of the fact than he would
have felt in having his true position as the Lady Shanno's
grandfather proclaimed throughout the neighbourhood. Perhaps his
aged nerves were actually too weak to bear the fresh excitement
caused by such a revelation, but be that as it might, his will was
firm on the matter, and Primrose, so finding it, forbore to press him
further.
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