Harry Muir : $b A story of Scottish life, vol. 1 (of 3) — John Shaqi
Harry Muir : $b A story of Scottish life, vol. 1 (of 3)Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Harry Muir : $b A story of Scottish life, vol. 1 (of 3)
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Scotland -- Fiction
A SELF-WILLED, proud, ambitious woman, with a strong, clear, bold
intellect, a passionate temper, and vehement feelings, Martha Muir had
been born. So much education as she had, tended all to reduce her to
the due humility of poverty and womanhood, but surrounded always by
placid natures, who never fully comprehended the stormy spirit with
which they had to deal, Martha, dwelling alone, and hiding in her
own heart the secret aspirations which no one round her could have
understood, remained as proud, as self-willed, and as ambitious as she
had been born.
For hers were not the hopes and fancies common, as people say, to
youthful women. Advantages of appearance she had never possessed,
and the children who were growing up at her feet absorbed all the
passionate affections of their grave sister; but Martha’s hopes were
visions of unmitigated ambition, eager to work out for itself a future
worthy of its own bold spirit--for it was not of windfalls, or happy
chances, or of fortune to be bestowed on her by another, but of that
ladder “to which the climber upward turns his face,” that the solitary
woman dreamed.
To raise them--these children--to that indefinite rank and honour
which exists in the fancy of the young who are poor--to win for them
exemption from those carking cares amid which her own youth, a strong
plant, had grown green and flourished. Such hopes were strong in the
heart of the passionate girl when people round her thought her only a
child; and when darker necessities came--when following many little
pilgrims, the father and the mother went away, leaving her the head of
the sadly diminished family, her strong desire, intensified by great
grief, possessed her like a fiery tormenting spirit. She was then a
woman of only twenty years, while Harry was but thirteen; and Martha
prayed in an agony for means--only means, to let her strong energies
forth and labour for her children: but the means never came--how could
they? and all she could do in her passion of ambitious love was to
toil day and night for their bread.
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