Cora and The Doctor; or, Revelations of A Physician's WifeLeslie, Madeline
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Cora and The Doctor; or, Revelations of A Physician's Wife
Leslie, Madeline
Physicians -- Fiction
"There, Frank," exclaimed Fidelia, as he sprang up to give me his seat,
"I told you, you were unnecessarily alarmed. Now, sweet cousin," said
she, turning to look up in my face, and mincing her words, "confess you
were only shamming."
"Fidelia," said my aunt, in a stern voice. I did not look to see what
Frank thought; I did not care. I covered my eyes to prevent the tears
from being seen. I wanted to keep them covered forever rather than to
see Fidelia's face again. In justice to myself, I ought to say, that
probably this state of mind, which was greatly aggravated by the
condition of my health, would soon have passed away, had it not been for
the continual suggestions and insinuations of Fidelia. Sometimes by a
word, sometimes by a significant shrug of the shoulders; then, again, by
a glance of the eye, she gave a false coloring to the most trivial words
or actions, and
"Trifles, light as air,
Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ."
All this time, the Doctor grew every day more and more grave, almost
stern. Now and then, when I looked up suddenly, I met his eye fixed upon
me in a serious, inquiring manner, as if he would read my very thoughts.
Though I felt that I was innocent of any wrong toward him, and that he
had deceived and wronged me, yet I could not help looking very much
confused.
Joseph, good kind Joseph, was the life of the house. He devoted himself
to my comfort. He read to me, told me stories, and was never tired of
hearing me talk about my sweet little Pauline. Oh! how in imagination, I
hugged the little thing to my heart, as the only one on earth in whom I
could repose entire trust. Joseph wove many a tale out of her romantic
story, in which by turns she figured as a Countess, a Duchess, or, at
least, as Lady Pauline. I told him, I was entirely satisfied to have her
plain Pauline Lenox. Then the merry fellow asked me to educate her for a
wife for him. "That would be just the thing, and your desire could be
satisfied by having her name unchanged, I would merely add Morgan to it.
"Now, Coz" said he one day, "I'm serious about this matter; I've been
looking about for a year or two; and I have seen no one whom I should
wish to honor with my name and title. I lay awake all last night
thinking what a fine thing it would be to have her educated for me."
I could not help laughing as I replied, "I should shrink from so
responsible an employment."
"Why, Coz," he said earnestly, unconsciously raising his voice, "Make
her like yourself. I ask no greater joy than to possess the hand of one
in every respect like yourself."
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