Home Influence: A Tale for Mothers and DaughtersAguilar, Grace
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Home Influence: A Tale for Mothers and Daughters
Aguilar, Grace
Domestic fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction
Ellen was so glad, that she felt almost happy, and her few other duties
were done quite briskly, for Mrs. Hamilton had been so kind as to
countermand the carriage till one, that she and Caroline might have time
to finish. But Caroline, if she had not tried before, was now still less
capable of doing so. Every word of kindness addressed to Ellen increased
the storm raging within, and the difficulty of restraining it in Mrs.
Hamilton's presence caused it to burst forth with unmitigated violence
the moment she quitted the apartment, desiring Emmeline and Ellen to
make haste, and put away their books, but still without taking the least
notice of her. Invective, reproach, almost abuse, were poured against
Ellen, who stood actually frightened at the violence she had so very
innocently excited, and at the fearful and deforming passion which
inflamed her cousin's every feature. Caroline's anger had miscounted
time, or she must have known that her mother could not have gone far
enough, for such unusual tones of excitement to escape her quick
hearing. Mrs. Hamilton, startled and alarmed, returned directly, and so
vividly did her child's appearance and words recall her own misguided
sister in those uncontrolled fits of fury, under which she had so often
trembled, that present disappointment and dread for the future, took
possession of her, and for the moment rendered her powerless. Caroline
was too much engrossed to perceive her at first, and she had, therefore
time to rally from the momentary weakness.
"What does this mean?" she exclaimed, fixing her eyes on Caroline, with
that expression of quiet but stern reproof, which when she did use
it--and it was very seldom--had the power of subduing even the wildest
excitement. "What has Ellen done, that you should abuse her with this
unjust and cruel and most unfeminine violence? You have indulged your
ill-temper till you do not know what you say or do, and you are venting
on another the anger which my displeasure has caused you to feel toward
me and toward yourself. I desire that you will control it directly, or
retire to your own room, till you can behave with some degree of
propriety, and not disturb the comfort and happiness of others in this
most uncalled-for manner."
"I will not go," answered Caroline, bursting into violent tears, and
scarcely aware of what she was saying, "I know I dislike Ellen, and I
have reason to dislike her, for before she came, you were never so often
displeased with me; you are always kind and indulgent to her, always
treat her as a reasonable being, not as the child, the infant you think
me. I know you have lost all love for me, or you must have seen I was
unhappy, and spoken kindly to me, as you did to Ellen; I have every
reason to dislike her, stealing your affection from me as she has, and I
do with all my heart!"
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