Adoptees -- Fiction; Fathers and daughters -- Fiction
Falkner played no false part with himself. He longed to die; nor did the
tenderness and fidelity of Elizabeth disarm his purpose. He was
convinced that she must be happier and more prosperous when he was
removed. His tortured mind found relief when he thought of sacrificing
his life, and quitting it honourably on the field of battle. It was only
by the prospect of such a fate that he shut his eyes to sterner duties.
In his secret heart, he knew that the course demanded of him by honour
and conscience was to stand forth, declare his crime, and reveal the
mysterious tragedy, of which he was the occasion, to the world; but he
dared not accuse himself, and live. It was this that urged him to the
thoughts of death. "When I am no more," he told himself, "let all be
declared--let my name be loaded with curses--but let it be added, that I
died to expiate my guilt. I cannot be called upon to live with a brand
upon my name; soon it will be all over, and then let them heap obloquy,
pyramid-high, upon my grave! Poor Elizabeth will become a Raby; and,
once cold beneath the sod, no more misery will spring from acts of
mine!"
Actuated by these thoughts, Falkner drew up two narratives--both short.
The tenour of one need not be mentioned in this place. The other stated
how he had found Elizabeth and adopted her. He sealed up with this the
few documents that proved her birth. He also made his will--dividing his
property between his heir at law and adopted child--and smiled proudly
to think, that, dowered thus by him, she would be gladly received into
her father's family.
Every other arrangement for their voyage was quickly made, and it
remained only to determine whether Miss Jervis should accompany them.
Elizabeth's mind was divided. She was averse to parting with an
unoffending and kind companion, and to forego her instructions--though,
in truth, she had got beyond them. But she feared that the governess
might hereafter shackle her conduct. Every word Falkner had let fall
concerning his desire to die, she remembered and pondered upon. To watch
over and to serve him was her aim in going with him. Child as she was, a
thousand combinations of danger presented themselves to her imagination,
when her resolution and fearlessness might bring safety. The narrow
views and timid disposition of Miss Jervis might impede her grievously.
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