First Love: A Novel. Vol. 1 of 3Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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First Love: A Novel. Vol. 1 of 3
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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Thus passed two years; and at fourteen, Edmund was appointed to the
same ship on board which Henry then happened to be. The vessel was
ready for sea, and going on a foreign station, on which it was to
remain for three years. Our hero, after joining, obtained a few days'
leave, that he might pay a farewell visit to Lodore. Arrived at the
last stage of his journey, he stopped at the little inn, and put on his
midshipman's dress, which he had brought with him, from a boyish wish
to surprise his two little sisters, as he called the twins, now about
seven years old. Accordingly, he entered the domestic circle fully
equipped, and produced, at least, as great a sensation as his beating
heart, while jumping out of the carriage, and hastening across the
lawn, had anticipated.
As soon as the first clamorous joy of meeting, as well as the first
public examination of every part of his dress was over, Frances
possessed herself of his cocked-hat, dirk, and belt, and began arraying
herself in the spoils. While Mrs. Montgomery, drawing him near her
chair, began to question him as to how long he could now remain with
them, and when he thought he should be able to return. Little Julia
stood close at the other side of her grandmother, her eyes raised, and
passing from one countenance to the other, watching every word. When
Edmund answering, that he must leave them early in the morning, and
that it would be, at least, three years before he could hope to see
them again.
"Three years!" exclaimed Julia, turning as red as crimson for one
moment, and the next as pale as death! Edmund took her on his knee,
kissed her little forehead, and remonstrated fondly. At length, showers
of tears came to her relief; and amid reiterated sobs, she articulated,
in broken accents, "No! I cannot bear the thoughts of summer coming
three times without Edmund! Oh! I'll hate summer, that I used to love
so much!"
"But, Julia! my darling Julia!" said Edmund, "why should you hate
summer? You know, I must be far away in the winter also."
"Then I must only hate winter too!" said Julia, as well as her
continued sobs would permit; "but you used to come back in the summer."
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