Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the peopleEverett-Green, Evelyn
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Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the people
Everett-Green, Evelyn
West Country (England) -- Fiction
“I think I am very glad,” she said softly. There was a pause after
this which neither seemed exactly to know how to break; but at last
Bride said in a different tone, “And I am glad for another reason
too. Eustace is the only person who has any influence over poor Saul
Tresithny. It seems as though he were the only person in the world that
Saul has ever loved. He does love him. His name is just the one thing
that will rouse him to listen to Abner, or which wins him a look from
me if I try to speak to him. Whatever harm Eustace may have done Saul
in the beginning--and I fear he did help to rouse in him those fierce
and evil passions which have worked such havoc of his life--at least
he has won the only love of a heart that seems closed to all the world
besides; and Abner thinks as I do, and Mr. St. Aubyn also, that no soul
is quite dead, no spirit altogether beyond hope of reclaim in which the
spirit of love yet burns, however feebly and fitfully. Eustace always
believes that it was to save him from being trampled down by the sudden
turning and plunging of the horses that day in the crowd, which made
Saul spring at them, and almost cost him his life. If so, there must be
a vein of gold in his nature somewhere; and I always think that Eustace
will find it some day, somehow. Poor Saul! He looks most terribly
haggard and wild and miserable. Everybody else has failed to touch
him; but I do think Eustace may succeed when he comes. He had to leave
last time, before Saul had recovered consciousness enough to bear the
excitement of a visit.”
“I trust it may be so, for the sake of the unhappy young man himself,
and of his patient and heroic old grandfather. Abner’s faith is a
lesson to us all. May God send him at last his heart’s desire!”
It was so seldom that her father spoke thus, that sudden tears sprang
to the girl’s eyes; and instead of answering, she laid her hand softly
on his shoulder, the mute caress speaking more eloquently than words.
For a moment there was silence between them, and then the Duke asked--
“Shall you let Saul know that Eustace is coming?”
“I shall tell Abner. I never see Saul now. He can do as he thinks best;
but I believe he will decide to say nothing, but let Eustace come upon
him quite unexpectedly, before Saul knows anything about his being
here, or has had time to harden his heart, as he might try to do, even
against Eustace, if he were prepared beforehand. I think with such
natures as his it is better to give no time for that. But Abner will
know best.”
* * * * *
“Now’s our chance. Her be beatin’ down Channel. The lads ’a sighted she
round t’ corner. Her’ll be passin’, in an hour. ’Tis zo dark’s a hadge
out o’ doors, and ’twill be cruel cold bimbye. The bwoys are all out
ready with the false light. We’m goin’ to put out t’other light, then
we’ll be all ready.”
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