Good for evil : $b or, Rose CottageLeslie, Madeline
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Good for evil : $b or, Rose Cottage
Leslie, Madeline
Children's stories; Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Faith -- Juvenile fiction; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
"You're right, Hannah;" and turning in the opposite direction, she
presently saw him walking with rapid strides up the road back of the
farm.
"If his mother were alive, she would go to her closet and tell her
trouble to God," murmured Hannah, wiping away a tear; "and I'll do the
same, for as sure as the sun will set to-night, there's sorrow before
my poor, undisciplined girl, if she gives her heart to that man."
It was indeed as the good woman had apprehended, too late to interfere
between the lovers. From the very hour when waking from his sleep, Paul
had seen the bright vision before him, he had cast aside honor, fame,
future success and every thing else, with the determination to win this
beautiful creature in all her sweet fresh girlhood. He easily foresaw,
that her present beauty, great as it was, only gave promise of what it
would be when more fully developed; and he was certain that unless he
secured her now, he would have rivals with whom it might not be easy to
compete. He acknowledged that she was backward in many branches; but,
then she knew so many things of which girls of her age were usually
ignorant. There was not a flower in her garden; and scarcely an herb
growing in the vicinity that she could not describe, and explain its
uses. Then she was such an ardent lover of nature, and so enthusiastic
over a fine view;—she had such wonderful power over animals;—the most
stubborn farm-horse on the place, yielding readily to the touch of
her slender fingers. As to learning, he reasoned with himself, that
it would be a delightful task to open before her expanding intellect
the gems in literature. If he had her to himself, he would educate
her according to his own favorite theories, and would have no one but
himself to blame if she did not make a wife to suit him.
He passed hours when every other inmate of Rose Cottage was asleep
in what he called calm reflection. There was only one subject which
worried him.
"If I only could ascertain," he said to himself, again and again,
"whether she has any property in her own right; enough for instance
to set up house keeping. Wallingford was always economical; but never
pinched as I often am; and the estate here must be very valuable. I was
surprised to find the style of living so far beyond ours at home."
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