Henry Dunbar: A NovelBraddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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Henry Dunbar: A Novel
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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"Of all the things I ever thought of, Arthur, this never entered my
head," she said, in a low, pensive voice, as she stood one evening in
the deep embrasure of the Tudor window, looking thoughtfully out at the
wide-spreading lawn, where the shadows of the low cedar branches made
patches of darkness on the moonlit surface of the grass; "I thought
that papa might fall ill on the voyage home, and die, and that the ship
for whose safe course I prayed night and day, might bring me nothing
but the sacred remains of the dead. I have thought this, Arthur, and I
have lain awake at night, torturing myself with the thought: till my
mind has grown so full of the dark picture, that I have seen the little
cabin in the cruel, restless ship, and my father lying helpless on a
narrow bed, with only strangers to watch his death-hour. I cannot tell
you how many different things I have feared: but I never, never thought
that he would not love me. I have even thought that it was just
possible he might be unlike my grandfather, and a little unkind to me
sometimes when I vexed or troubled him: but I thought his heart would
be true to me through all, and that even in his harshest moments he
would love me dearly, for the sake of my dead mother."
Her voice broke, and she sobbed aloud: but the man who stood by her
side had no word of comfort to say to her. Her complaint awoke that old
suspicion which had lately slumbered in his breast—the horrible fear
that Mr. Dunbar was guilty of the murder of his old servant.
The young lawyer was bound to say something, however. It was too cruel
to stand by and utter no word of comfort to this sobbing girl.
"Laura, dear Laura," he said, "this is foolish, believe me. You must
have patience, and still hope for the best. How _can_ your father do
otherwise than love you, when he grows to know you well? You may have
expected too much of him. Remember, that people who have lived long in
the East Indies are apt to become cold and languid in their manners.
When Mr. Dunbar has seen more of you, when he has become better
accustomed to your society——"
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