Ernest Linwood; or, The Inner Life of the AuthorHentz, Caroline Lee
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Ernest Linwood; or, The Inner Life of the Author
Hentz, Caroline Lee
Fiction
"But what am I doing, Gabriella? I did not mean to repeat this. I had
become so excited by the remembrance of that terrible scene, I knew not
what I was saying. You cannot bear it. I must not go on. What would my
mother, what would Dr. Harlowe say, if they knew of this?"
I entreated her to continue. I told her that nothing she had said was
half so dreadful as my imagination had depicted, that I grew strong with
my need of strength.
"And you and your mother believed him," I said, with astonishing
calmness; "you knew not that Richard was my brother."
"Had it not been for your wounded arm," replied Edith, laying her hand
gently on the scar, "we should have supposed he was under a strong
delusion to believe a lie. Appearances were against you, and your
condemnation was my brother's palliation, if not acquittal. My mother
continued her supplications, mingled with tears and sighs that seemed to
rend the life from her bosom; and I, Gabriella, do you think _I_ was
silent and passive? I, who would willingly have laid down my life for
his? We prevailed,--he yielded,--he left us in the darkness of
night,--the darkness of despair. It is more than two months since, and
we have received no tidings of the wanderer. My mother urged him to go
to New York and remain till he heard the fate of Richard. She has
written to him there, again and again, but as yet has received no
answer."
"And he went without one farewell look of her whom he deemed so
vile,--so lost?" said I, pressing Edith's hand against my cold and
sinking heart.
"No, Gabriella. His last act was to kneel by your side, and pray God to
forgive you both. Twice he went to the door, then coming back he bent
over you as if he would clasp you in his arms; then with a wild
ejaculation he turned away. Never saw I such anguish in the human
countenance."
"I have but one question more to ask," said I, after a long pause, whose
dreariness was that which follows the falling of the clods in the grave
hollow. "How did Ernest know that Richard was with me, when we left him
alone in the library?"
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