Dwell Deep; or, Hilda Thorn's Life StoryLe Feuvre, Amy
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Dwell Deep; or, Hilda Thorn's Life Story
Le Feuvre, Amy
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; England -- Juvenile fiction; Man-women relationships -- Juvenile fiction; Orphans -- Juvenile fiction
'Sometimes I wonder if you are as innocent as you appear,' Nelly
continued, laughing. 'But let me warn you of this: he is a great
flirt, and tries it on with every girl he comes across. Kenneth asked
him to-night downstairs if he thought a saint would make any man a good
wife, and I never saw him so put out. He went off in a huff, and
Kenneth said he thought he was hit at last. What did you talk about,
Hilda, when you and he went off for your solitary ramble?'
I have always been told that I have an easy temper, but Nelly was never
nearer making me really angry than she was that night.
'I wish you would not speak so, Nelly,' I said, flushing a little as I
turned away from her; 'I cannot bear that kind of talk; as if you
cannot be friendly to any one without having such motives ascribed to
you. Captain Gates talks to me like any one else; he is a little more
polite to me than your brothers are, that is the only difference.'
'My dear, how your eyes are flashing! I shall begin to be quite
frightened of you. I didn't ascribe any motives to _you_, but I only
warned you to beware of Captain Gates. He told Kenneth you were a
bewitching little thing two days after he had first seen you, and I
think the fact of your being so different to the usual run of girls he
sees fascinates him for the time. I was going to advise you how to
deal with him, but really I hardly dare now.'
'I don't mean to be cross, Nelly; but I am tired, and I want to be left
alone.'
She laughed, gave me a kiss, and departed. I sat down to my Bible with
my thoughts in a tumult. I should have been stupid indeed if I had not
seen that Captain Gates liked to pay me little attentions, and his look
as he handed me the honeysuckle that afternoon in the woods had made me
shrink into myself, for I realized that he was not only interested in
the subject of our conversation, but in me myself. I had honestly felt
glad that he wished to talk on serious subjects, and I had been praying
for him a great deal that day. Now Nelly's chaffing words had left
their sting, and I felt humiliated by being discussed downstairs so
freely before them all. My desires for Captain Gates' welfare were at
an end. I felt I could never talk to him again.
But when I went down on my knees, and just spread the whole matter out
in prayer, and then waited in silence till the quiet and peace came
back into my heart, the case looked very different. And, turning over
the leaves of my Bible, I was guided to this verse, 'As every man hath
received the gift, even so minister the same one to another, as good
stewards of the manifold grace of God.' Yes; I resolved that when
opportunities were given to me of speaking a word for my Master, I
would take them gladly, yet at the same time I would not seek to make
them for myself, especially in connection with Captain Gates.
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