Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
It behoves a physician to keep his mind under all circumstances
calm and composed. He must not suffer himself to be carried away by
passion, by rage, hatred, or even anxiety. Yet, I confess that my
mind was clean distracted by the discovery that Alice herself was
with us, a prisoner like ourselves; I was, I say, distracted, nor
could I tell what to think of this event and its consequences. For,
to begin with, the poor child was near those who would protect her.
But what kind of protection could be given by such helpless slaves?
Then was she beyond her husband's reach; he would not, it was quite
certain, get possession of her at this vast distance. So far she was
safe. But then the master, who looked to make a profit by her, as he
looked to make a profit by us--through the ransom of her friends!
She had no friends to ransom her. There was but one, the Rector, and
he was her husband's father. The time would come when the avarice
of the master would make him do or threaten something barbarous
towards her. Then she had found favour with Madam, this beautiful
mulatto woman, whom Alice innocently supposed to be the master's
wife. And there was the young planter, who wished to buy her with
the honourable intention of marrying her. In short, I knew not what
to think or to say, because at one moment it seemed as if it was the
most Providential thing in the world that Alice should have been
brought here, and the next moment it seemed as if her presence only
magnified our evils.
'Nay,' she said, when I opened my mind to her, 'seeing that the
world is so large, what but a special ruling of Providence could
have brought us all to this same island, out of the whole multitude
of isles--and then again to this same estate out of so many?
Humphrey, your faith was wont to be stronger. I believe--nay, I am
quite sure--that it was for the strengthening and help of all alike
that this hath been ordained. First, it enables me to nurse my poor
Robin--mine, alas! no longer! Yet must I still love him as long as I
have a heart to beat.'
'Love him always, Child,' I said. 'This is no sin to love the
companion of thy childhood, thy sweetheart, from whom thou wast torn
by the most wicked treachery'--but could say no more, because the
contemplation of that sweet face, now so mournful, yet so patient,
made my voice to choke and my eyes to fill with tears. Said I not
that a physician must still keep his mind free from all emotion?
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