Home Influence: A Tale for Mothers and DaughtersAguilar, Grace
General
Home Influence: A Tale for Mothers and Daughters
Aguilar, Grace
Domestic fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction
"I am better, dear aunt, much better; I dare say I shall soon be well."
But it was only a momentary forgetfulness; swift as thought came the
whole of what had so lately passed--her uncle's letter, her aunt's
words, and murmuring, in a tone how painfully changed! "I
forgot--forgive me," she buried her face in the pillow.
"Ellen, my dear Ellen! why will you persist in making yourself and me so
miserable, when a few words would make us happier?" exclaimed Mrs.
Hamilton, almost imploringly, as she bent over her.
"Do not urge her now, dear my lady, she is not well enough; give her
till Master Edward comes; I am sure she will not resist him," answered
Ellis, very respectfully, though meaningly, as her look drew her
mistress's attention to the shudder which convulsed Ellen's slight
frame, at the mention of her brother.
Pained and bewildered more than ever, Mrs. Hamilton, after waiting till
the faintness seemed quite gone, and thinking that if the restraint of
her presence were removed, Ellen might be relieved by tears, left her,
desiring Ellis to let her know in a short time how she was. The moment
the door closed, Ellen threw her arms round Ellis's neck, exclaiming
passionately--
"Take me away--take me away, dear Ellis; I can not bear this room--it
seems all full of misery! and I loved it so once, and I shall love it
again, when I am miles and miles away, and can not see it--nor any one
belonging to it. Oh, Ellis, Ellis! I knew you were too kind. I was too
glad and contented to be with you; it was not punishment enough for my
sin--and I must go away--and I shall never, never see my aunt again--I
know I shall not. Oh! if I might but die first! but I am too wicked for
that; it is only the good that die."
And almost for the first time since her sin had been discovered, she
gave way to a long and violent fit of weeping, which, though terrible
while it lasted, as the anguish of the young always is, greatly relieved
her, and enabled her after that day not to revert in words (the thought
never left her till a still more fearful anxiety deadened it) to her
uncle's sentence again.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account