Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 2Burney, Fanny
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Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 2
Burney, Fanny
England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Love stories; Young women -- Fiction
Thus, unchecked by ourselves, and uncontrouled by the world, this
haughty self-importance acquired by time a strength, and by mutual
encouragement a firmness, which Miss Beverley alone could possibly, I
believe, have shaken! What, therefore, was my secret alarm, when first I
was conscious of the force of her attractions, and found my mind wholly
occupied with admiration of her excellencies! All that pride could
demand, and all to which ambition could aspire, all that happiness could
covet, or the most scrupulous delicacy exact, in her I found united; and
while my heart was enslaved by her charms, my understanding exulted in
its fetters. Yet to forfeit my name, to give up for-ever a family which
upon me rested its latest expectations,--Honour, I thought forbad it,
propriety and manly spirit revolted at the sacrifice. The renunciation
of my birth-right seemed a desertion of the post in which I was
stationed; I forbore, therefore, even in my wishes, to solicit your
favour, and vigorously determined to fly you as dangerous to my peace,
because unattainable without dishonour.
Such was the intended regulation of my conduct at the time I received
Biddulph's letter; in three days I was to leave England; my father,
with much persuasion, had consented to my departure; my mother, who
penetrated into my motives, had never opposed it; but how great was
the change wrought upon my mind by reading that letter! my steadiness
forsook me, my resolution wavered; yet I thought him deceived, and
attributed his suspicions to jealousy; but still, Fidel I knew was
missing--and to hear he was your darling companion--was it possible to
quit England in a state of such uncertainty? to be harassed in distant
climates with conjectures I might then never satisfy? No; I told my
friends I must visit Biddulph before I left the kingdom, and promising
to return to them in three or four days, I hastily set out for Suffolk,
and rested not till I arrived at Mrs Charlton's.
What a scene there awaited me! to behold the loved mistress of my heart,
the opposed, yet resistless object of my fondest admiration, caressing
an animal she knew to be mine, mourning over him his master's ill
health, and sweetly recommending to him fidelity,--Ah! forgive the
retrospection, I will dwell on it no longer. Little, indeed, had I
imagined with what softness the dignity of Miss Beverley was blended,
though always conscious that her virtues, her attractions, and her
excellencies, would reflect lustre upon the highest station to which
human grandeur could raise her, and would still be more exalted than her
rank, though that were the most eminent upon earth.--And had there been
a thousand, and ten thousand obstacles to oppose my addressing her,
vigorously and undauntedly would I have combated with them all, in
preference to yielding to this single objection!
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