Alice Wilde: The Raftsman's Daughter. A Forest RomanceVictor, Metta Victoria Fuller
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Alice Wilde: The Raftsman's Daughter. A Forest Romance
Victor, Metta Victoria Fuller
Logging -- Fiction; Love stories; Sawmills -- Michigan -- Fiction; Young men -- New York (State) -- New York -- Fiction
She felt that he was a man not to be trifled with. Sensitive and full
of sensibility as he might be, he was not the man to let a woman put
her foot on his neck. He might worship the foot, but he would not
submit to be trampled upon by it. He would love, truly and deeply,
but he must be respected and loved in return. His was just the spirit
fitted to take the reins and curb the too headstrong and wilful
disposition of Virginia--under the control of a wise and gentle nature
like his, her faults might change into virtues.
Philip was secretly regarding them, delighted to see how soon he
recovered his self-possession, and how quietly he made his companion
feel it. He saw that she fretted under it, and finally, giving up,
exerted herself to be friendly and agreeable.
"They will be well matched. I never saw a better mate for my naughty
cousin. I had an idea of it, when I invited him to act as groomsman.
She'll be a good while giving up, though."
That Virginia would not yield to this new mastership very soon was
evident. When they had left the dining-room, and were standing on the
portico, Mr. Irving desired to place the ring which had fallen to him
upon her finger--but she refused it with considerable hauteur.
"I only desired you to wear it for safe-keeping. It's a lady's ring,
and I don't know what to do with it. Mrs. Raymond, will you accept it?"
He placed it on the finger of the married lady with as pleasant an air,
as if it had been accepted where he first offered it.
"I had not ought to wear it; give it to some fair maiden."
"There is but one, and she will not have it. If there were others, I
should certainly offer it. So you see it is chance only that has left
it to you."
"Well, I'm not very much flattered Mr. Irving--but the ring is just as
pretty, and I ought to be thankful to chance."
So the ring was lost to Virginia, without the satisfaction of her
having annoyed the one who offered it.
CHAPTER XV.
BEN AND ALICE.
"Now that the wedding-feast is disposed of, I must remind you all that
there is yet work to be done. I have not heard from the mill; and poor
old Saturn must be searched for, as well as that unfortunate young man
who has made us so much trouble. It frets me to think I can do nothing.
Philip, you must do service in place of my broken arm."
The party were making ready to go out again, when two or three men
came from the mill, to inquire after the family, and to relate to the
captain the story of the vast damage his property had sustained.
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