Illustrations of political economy, Volume 2 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 2 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
Archie had beheld all this, and more: he could overlook Murdoch’s
proceedings also from his pinnacle. He was strongly wrought upon; for no
one understood better the signs of emotion, whether or not he understood
the cause. He acted with rapidity and strength, as if suddenly inspired
by reason; but alas! his energy could only manifest itself in the way of
imitation. The moment he saw Murdoch’s boat hastily launched, he ran
down to his “floating place,” as he called it, rolled his cask into the
water and got into it. Murdoch alone saw him standing up and waving his
bonnet, before he reached the eddy, which could not but be fatal to
him.—The cask came up again,—empty—and floated round the point, as
Archie had no doubt foreseen it would, and at length arrived within
Fergus’s reach, and was the means of saving him. He clung to it, not
aware of the nature of the friendly support, till taken up by Murdoch’s
boat. The two who had reached the rock were Angus and Ronald; and Rob
had had his wits so sharpened by the plunge, as to perceive that he had
better not leave hold of the oar he had clung to at first. He too was
taken up; so that Ella believed that all had come safe out of this awful
peril,—she alone being ignorant of what had happened at the Storr. When
she joined her brothers on the beach, they stood a moment aloof from her
embrace, with countenances in which there was as much of solemn
compassion as of grief. Angus was down upon his face; Murdoch alone
uttered a few broken words. It was some time before she could comprehend
or would believe what had happened, and then she was the only one who
retained her self-command.
An expression of unspeakable anguish passed over her countenance as
Fergus mourned that he had been saved by Archie’s loss.
“Nay, Fergus,” said she, “let us leave it to Him who guides us, to show
whose life had best be taken and whose left. God knows I strove for this
before I knew his pleasure; and now that we do know it, let us question
neither the purpose nor the means.—Let us devoutly bless Him that you
are here.”
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