“Could God Himself have added to what I endured?” he said, in passionate
bitterness. “God! did I not suffer until my agony had overshot its
mark by destroying in me the power of feeling agony--my agony consumed
itself; I was dead--dead; and yet I am denied the power of beginning my
new life under the conditions which are my due. What more can God want
of man than his life? have I not paid that debt daily for four days?” He
rose from his chair and stood upright upon the deck with clenched hands
and lips. “It is past,” he said, after a long pause. “From this hour
I throw the past beneath my feet. It is my right to forget all, and--I
have forgotten all--all.”
Mr. Harwood had truly reason to feel surprised when, on the following
day, Oswin Markham came up to him, and said quietly:
“I believe you are right, Harwood: after all, it would be foolish for me
to part from the ship at St. Helena. I have decided to take your advice
and run on to the Cape.”
Harwood looked at him for a few moments before he answered slowly:
“Ah, you have decided.”
“Yes; you see I am amenable to reason: I acknowledge the wisdom of my
counsellors.” But Harwood made no answer, only continued with his
eyes fixed upon his face. “Hang it all,” exclaimed Markham, “can't
you congratulate me upon my return to the side of reason? Can't you
acknowledge that you have been mistaken in me--that you find I am not so
pig-headed as you supposed?”
“Yes,” said Harwood; “you are not pig-headed.” And, taking all things
into consideration, it can hardly be denied that Mr. Oswin Markham's
claim to be exempted from the class of persons called pig-headed was
well founded.
CHAPTER XVIII.
'Tis told me he hath very oft of late
Given private time to you: and you yourself
Have of your audience been most free and bounteous.
Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?--_Hamlet_.
|MRS. Crawford felt that she was being unkindly dealt with by Fate in
many matters. She had formed certain plans on coming aboard the steamer
and on taking in at a glance the position of every one about her--it was
her habit to do so on the occasion of her arrival at any new station in
the Indian Empire--and hitherto she had generally had the satisfaction
of witnessing the success of her plans; but now she began to fear that
if things continued to diverge so widely from the paths which it was
natural to expect them to have kept, her skilful devices would be
completely overthrown.
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