Emmeline, the Orphan of the CastleSmith, Charlotte
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Emmeline, the Orphan of the Castle
Smith, Charlotte
Gothic fiction; Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Single women -- Fiction
'I am happy in having it in my power to assure you that our dear
patient is much better. But as uninterrupted tranquillity is
absolutely necessary, that, and other considerations, induce me to
beg you will forbear coming hither to day. You may depend on having
hourly intelligence, and that we shall be desirous of the pleasure
of seeing you when the safety of my friend admits it.
I have the honour to be, Sir,
your most humble servant,
EMMELINE MOWBRAY.'
_Sept._ 20,17--.
To this note, Mr. Godolphin answered--
'If Miss Mowbray will only allow me to wait on her for one moment
in the parlour, I will not again trespass on her time till I have
her own permission.
W. G.'
This request, Emmeline was obliged, with whatever reluctance, to comply
with. She therefore sent a verbal acquiescence; and repaired to the
bed-side of Lady Adelina, who had asked for her.
'Will you pardon my folly, my dear Emmeline,' said she languidly--'but I
cannot be easy till I have told you what a strange idea has seized me. I
seemed, last night, I know not at what time, to be suddenly awakened by
a voice which loudly repeated the name of Trelawny. Startled by the
sound, I thought I undrew the curtain, and saw my brother William, who
stood looking angrily on me. I felt greatly terrified; and growing
extremely sick, I lost the vision. But now again it's recollection
harrasses my imagination; and the image of my brother, sterner, and with
a ruder aspect than he was wont to wear, still seems present before me.
Oh! he was accustomed to be all goodness and gentleness, and to love his
poor Adelina. But now he too will throw me from him--he too will detest
and despise me--Or perhaps,' continued she, after a short
pause--'perhaps he is dead. I am not superstitious--but this dream
pursues me.'
Emmeline, who had hoped that the very terror of this sudden interview
had obliterated it's remembrance, said every thing she thought likely
to quiet her mind, and to persuade her that the uneasy images
represented in her imperfect slumbers were merely the effect of her
weakness and perturbed spirits.
The impression, however, was too strong to be effaced by arguments. It
still hung heavy on her heart, irritated the fever which had before been
only slight, and deprived her almost entirely of sleep; or if she slept,
she again fancied herself awakened by her brother, angrily repeating the
name of Trelawny.
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