For whose sake?: A sequel to "Why did he wed her?"Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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For whose sake?: A sequel to "Why did he wed her?"
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
Bigamy -- Fiction; England -- Fiction; Impostors and imposture -- Fiction
He left her at the hotel with nearly all the little money he had to bear
her expenses during his absence, which he promised should be as short as
possible.
He said he would come back to see her about the time she might be able
to return with him.
Then he went away, and Moira remained at the hotel.
It seemed a cruel act so to leave a young wife, who was expecting within
four or five weeks to become a mother; but The O’Melaghlin had the gold
fever in its most malignant form, and had even infected her with the
fell disease.
She also had feverish and delirious hallucinations concerning the
imaginary golden days that were dawning upon them, of which, indeed, her
present elegant and luxurious surroundings in this palace hotel seemed a
prophecy and a foretaste. Never in her life had Moira seen, dreamed or
imagined such magnificence as this public house presented to her. And to
make such a superb style of living their own for life was worth some
present sacrifice of each other’s society for a little while. So she
willingly let her husband depart with the gold-seekers, and whenever she
felt very lonesome without him she just shut her eyes and called up the
inward vision of the gorgeous future.
Yet there were moods in which she grew too deeply impressed to look
beyond the immediate, impending trial, bringing certain pain and danger
and possible death before giving her, if it should ever give her, the
crown of a woman’s life—maternity.
She had made some few pleasant acquaintances among the ladies who were
boarding at the hotel, and who were charmed by the artless and confiding
manners of this beautiful wild Irish girl—or child-woman. And when they
discovered her fears they laughed her into courage again, telling her
that such dark forebodings as hers were quite an indispensable part of
the program, and every mother among them all had been through it. And
they spoke the truth, as every doctor knows.
But this hotel was a house patronized by travelers and transient
boarders only.
The ladies who had made Moira’s acquaintance and become her friends one
after another went their way, and she was left alone.
True, others came. Every day they came and went. Some stayed a few
hours; some stayed a few days. Among these were women who would have
been very kind to the lonely young stranger if they had had the chance.
But they had not. They never saw her, or saw to notice her.
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