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
It was a bleak morning in early winter, that we commenced our journey to
that city, where little more than a year ago I had gone a young and
happy bride. As we rode along the winding avenue, I looked out on the
dry russet lawn, the majestic skeleton of the great elm, stripped of the
foliage and hues of life, and saw the naked branches of the oaks
clinging to each other in sad fraternity, and heard the wind whistling
through them as through the shrouds of a vessel. With an involuntary
shiver I drew nearer to Richard, and hid my face from the prophetic
desolation of nature.
CHAPTER LII.
On our arrival in New York, we stopped at the ---- hotel till private
lodgings could be obtained. We both wished to be as retired as possible
from public observation, and for this purpose I remained in my room,
where Richard, as my brother, had the privilege of visiting me. I was
anxious he should go immediately to Mr. Brahan's; for, added to my
desire to be under the influence of her feminine regard, I cherished a
faint hope that through him I might learn something of Ernest's
mysterious exile.
They both returned with Richard; and while Mr. Brahan remained with him
below, she came to my chamber, and welcomed me with a warmth and
tenderness that melted, while it cheered.
"You must not stay here one hour longer," said she, pressing one hand in
hers, while she laid the other caressingly on my short, curling hair.
"You must go with me, and feel as much at home as with your own Mrs.
Linwood. I pass a great many lonely hours, while my husband is absent
engaged in business; and it will be a personal favor to me. Indeed, you
must not refuse."
I said something about leaving my brother, while I expressed my
gratitude for her kindness.
"Mr. Brahan will arrange that," she said; "you may be assured he shall
be cared for. You have not unpacked your trunk; and here is your bonnet
and mantilla ready to be resumed. You did not think I would suffer you
to remain among strangers, when my heart has been yearning to meet you
for weary months?"
With gentle earnestness she overcame all my scruples; and it was but a
little time before I found myself established as a guest in the house
where I first beheld the light of existence. How strange it seemed, that
the children of the two betrayed and injured beings who had been made
exiles from that roof, should be received beneath its shelter after the
lapse of so many years!
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