Adoptees -- Fiction; Fathers and daughters -- Fiction
"He refused food, and turned in disgust from every former pursuit.
Hitherto he had ardently longed for the return of his mother; and it
seemed to him that, give his limbs but a manlier growth, let a few years
go over, and he should find and bring her back in triumph. But that
contumely and disgrace should fall on that dear mother's head--how could
he avert that? The evil was remediless, and death was slight in
comparison. One day he walked up to his father, and fixing his clear
young eyes upon him, said, 'I know what you think, but it is not true.
Mamma would come back if she could. When I am a man I will find and
bring her back, and you will be sorry then!'
"What more he would have said was lost in sobs. His heart had beat
impetuously as he had worked on himself to address his father, and
assert his mother's truth; but the consciousness that she was indeed
gone, and that for years there was no hope of seeing her, broke in--his
throat swelled, he felt suffocated, and fell down in a fit."
CHAPTER XVIII
Lady Cecil had broken off her tale on their return from their morning
drive. She resumed it in the evening, as she and Elizabeth sat looking
on the summer woods; and the soft but dim twilight better accorded with
her melancholy story.
"Poor Gerard! His young heart was almost broken by struggling passions,
and the want of tenderness in those about him. After this scene with his
father, his life was again in the greatest danger for some days, but at
last health of body returned. He lay on his little couch, pale and
wasted, an altered child--but his heart was the same, and he adhered
tenaciously to one idea. 'Nurse,' he said, one day, to the woman who had
attended him from his birth, 'I wish you would take pen and paper, and
write down what I am going to say. Or, if that is too much trouble, I
wish you would remember every word, and repeat it to my father. I cannot
speak to him. He does not love mamma as he used; he is unjust, and I
cannot speak to him--but I wish to tell every little thing that
happened, that people may see that what I say is true, and be as sure as
I am that mamma never meant to go away.
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