Griffith Gaunt; or, Jealousy: Volumes 1 to 3 (of 3) — John Shaqi
Griffith Gaunt; or, Jealousy: Volumes 1 to 3 (of 3)Reade, Charles
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Griffith Gaunt; or, Jealousy: Volumes 1 to 3 (of 3)
Reade, Charles
Bigamy -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century
Mr. Houseman was staggered by this passionate appeal from one who so
rarely lost her self-command. He soothed her as well as he could, and
said he would do his best; but added, which was very true, that he
thought her interference would be more effective than his own. "What
care these young bloods for an old attorney? I should fare ill, came I
between their rapiers. To be sure I might bind them over to keep the
peace. But Mistress Kate, now be frank with me; then I can serve you
better. You love one of these two; that is clear. Which is the man?
that I may know what I am about."
For all her agitation Kate was on her guard in some things.
"Nay," she faltered, "I love neither, not to say love them: but I pity
him so."
"Which?"
"Both."
"Ay, mistress; but which do you pity most?" asked the shrewd lawyer.
"Whichever shall come to harm for my sake," replied the simple girl.
"You could not go to them to-night, and bring them to reason?" asked
she, piteously. She went to the window to see what sort of a night it
was; she drew the heavy crimson curtains and opened the window. In
rushed a bitter blast laden with flying snow. The window ledges too
were clogged with snow, and all the ground was white.
Houseman shuddered, and drew nearer to the blazing logs. Kate closed
the window with a groan. "It is not to be thought of," said she; "at
your age; and not a road to be seen for snow. What shall I do?"
"Wait till to-morrow," said Mr. Houseman. (Procrastination was his daily
work, being an attorney.) "To-morrow!" cried Catherine. "Perhaps even now
they have met, and he lies a corpse."
"Who?"
"Whichever it is, I shall end my days in a convent praying for his
soul." She wrung her hands while she said this, and still there was no
catching her.
Little did the lawyer think to rouse such a storm with his good news.
And now he made a feeble and vain attempt to soothe her; and ended by
promising to start the first thing in the morning and get both her
testators bound over to keep the peace, by noon. With this resolution
he went to bed early.
She was glad to be alone at all events.
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