Harry Muir : $b A story of Scottish life, vol. 2 (of 3)Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Harry Muir : $b A story of Scottish life, vol. 2 (of 3)
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Scotland -- Fiction
But Martha sat still and said nothing--for Harry’s magnificent
intentions troubled his sister with an uneasy sense of dependence. It
is oftentimes a greater exercise of generosity to receive than to
bestow. Labouring for Harry would have seemed to Martha a thing so
natural as never to disturb her every-day life for a moment; to be
supported by Harry, called for a stronger exertion. But Harry’s sister
was of a stouter spirit than Harry’s wife. She preferred, even at a
risk of great pain, to make trial quietly of this new life, rather than
to say how irksome to her was the prospect of burdening her brother,
and to undergo a scene of indignation, and grief, and reconcilement.
Nevertheless, Martha felt her influence abridged, and was silent--for
this fortune did not change her own position or that of her sisters.
Harry and his wife alone were rightful sharers of this unexpected
elevation, and Martha stepped down from the elder sister’s place, not
without a struggle, and endeavoured to turn her eyes, which had so long
expressed the distinct decisions of a separate will, towards the young
irresolute pair beside her as to the heads of the house.
“Why don’t you speak, Martha?” exclaimed Harry at last, noticing her
silence with a renewed burst of impatience. “Why don’t you say what you
think at once, instead of sitting glooming at us all?”
“I do not speak because I begin now to be your dependant, Harry,” said
Martha, with harsh emphasis; “and especially in a matter where I and
these bairns may restrict and hinder you, must now choose to listen to
your decision, and not try to influence it. That is why I do not speak.
But what I _think_ is, that Agnes, since she wishes it, should go with
you, and that we can remain to do all that is necessary here. Or I can
take them home to Ayr--anywhere--and Agnes will like to be with you in
your plannings and alterations, Harry. Why should she not go?”
“A dependant!” Harry looked very indignant and injured.
“Stay,” said Martha. “Nothing more of this. A woman needs to be so.
I am willing; but I prefer that nothing should be said of it, Harry,
especially now, when I am scarcely accustomed to the change.”
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