Adoptees -- Fiction; Fathers and daughters -- Fiction
She was not aware of the services she rendered him in her turn. The very
sight of her was the dearest--almost the only joy of his life. Devoured
by disappointment, gloom, and remorse, he found no relief except in her
artless prattle, or the consciousness of the good he did her. She
perceived this, and was ever on the alert to watch his mood, and to try
by every art to awaken complacent feelings. She did not know, it is
true, the cause of his sufferings--the fatal memories that haunted him
in the silence of night--and threw a dusky veil over the radiance of
day. She did not see the fair, reproachful figure that was often before
him to startle and appal--she did not hear the shrieks that rung in his
ears--nor behold her floating away, lifeless, on the turbid waves, who,
but a little before, had stood in all the glow of life and beauty before
him. All these agonizing images haunted silently his miserable soul, and
Elizabeth could only see the shadow they cast over him, and strive to
dissipate it. When she could perceive the dark hour passing off, chased
away by her endeavours, she felt proud and happy. And when he told her
that she had saved his life, and was his only tie to it--that she alone
prevented his perishing miserably, or lingering in anguish and despair,
her fond heart swelled with rapture; and what soul-felt vows she made to
remain for ever beside him, and pay back to the last the incalculable
debt she owed! If it be true that the most perfect love subsists between
unequals--no more entire attachment ever existed than that between this
man of sorrows and the happy, innocent child. He, worn by passion,
oppressed by a sense of guilt, his brow trenched by the struggles of
many years--she, stepping pure and free into life, innocent as an angel,
animated only by the most disinterested feelings. The link between them,
of mutual benefit and mutual interest, had been cemented by time and
habit--by each waking thought and nightly dream. What is so often a
slothful, unapparent sense of parental and filial duty, was with them a
living, active spirit, for ever manifesting itself in some new form. It
woke with them, went abroad with them--attuned the voice, and shone
brightly in the eyes.
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