Confession; Or, The Blind Heart. A Domestic StorySimms, William Gilmore
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Confession; Or, The Blind Heart. A Domestic Story
Simms, William Gilmore
Domestic fiction
Such was the exclamation of Mr. Clifford, who entered the room at this
moment. His mock applause was accompanied by a clamorous clapping of his
hands. I felt my cheeks burn, and my blood boil. The truth is, I was
not free from the consciousness that I had suffered some of the
grandiloquent to appear in my manner while speaking the sentence which
had provoked the ridicule of my uncle. The sarcasm acquired increase of
sting in consequence of its being partially well-merited. I replied with
some little show of temper, which the imploring glances of Julia did
not altogether persuade me to suppress. The “blind heart” was
growing stronger within me, from the increasing conviction of my own
independence. In this sort of mimic warfare the day passed off as usual.
I attended the family to church in the afternoon, took tea, and
spent the evening with them--content to suffer the “stings and
arrows”--however outrageous, of my exemplary and Christian aunt and
uncle, if permitted to enjoy the presence and occasional smiles of the
true angel, whose influence could still temper my feelings into a humane
and patient toleration of influences which they yet burned to trample
under foot.
CHAPTER V.
DEBUT.
A brief interval now passed over, after my connection begun with
Mr. Edgerton, in which time the world went on with me more smoothly,
perhaps, than ever. My patron--for so this gentleman deserves to
be called--was as indulgent as I could wish. He soon discerned
the weaknesses in my character, and with the judgment of an old
practitioner, he knew how to subdue and soften, without seeming to
perceive them. I need not say that I was as diligent and industrious,
and not less studious, while in his employ, than I had been in that of
my mercantile acquaintance. The entire toils of the desk soon fell upon
my shoulders, and I acquired the reputation among my small circle of
acquaintance, of being a very good attorney for a young beginner. It
is true, I was greatly helped by the continued perusal of an admirable
collection of old precedents, which a long period of extensive practice
had accumulated in the collection of my friend. But to be an attorney,
simply, was not the bound of my ambition. I fancied that the forum was,
before all others, my true field of exertion. The ardency of my temper,
the fluency of my speech, the promptness of my thought, and the warmth
of my imagination, all conspired in impressing on me the belief that I
was particularly fitted for the arena of public disputation. This, I may
add, was the opinion of Mr. Edgerton also; and I soon sought an occasion
for the display of my powers.
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