Illustrations of political economy, Volume 3 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 3 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
“I never had reason, Jane; nobody belonging to me ever had to make such
a confession as yours to-night. I pity you enough, God knows! for you
must be very miserable; but I cannot look upon you as I do upon your
innocent sisters; how should I?—Poor Sally! I remember her great comfort
about being blind was that it was not Ann; and if you have any comfort
at all, I suppose it must be that.”
“Indeed, indeed, I had rather be anybody than what I am. I had rather be
drowning this minute, or even on the gallows: I had rather die any how
than be as I am. I hope I shall die when my time comes.”
Cousin Marshall quietly represented the sinfulness of this thought, and
Jane tempted her to say more and more, being able to bear anything
better than the silence of displeasure. What, her cousin asked, could
bring her to this pass? What madness could make her plunge herself into
this abyss of distress after all the warning and watching, all the——But
it was foolish to say more, Mrs. Marshall continued, when she might be
led to say what would do no good and would be therefore unkind.
Jane would not let it drop. She laid much of the blame on the workhouse,
where it was a common boast among the women how early they had got
married, being so far better off than honester people that they need not
trouble themselves about what became of themselves and their children,
since the parish was bound to find them. It was considered a kind of
enterprise among the paupers to cheat their superiors, and to get the
girls early married by rendering marriage desirable on the score of
decency, and of the chance of the man being able to support his children
hereafter. Jane’s leading idea was the glory of getting married at
sixteen; and the last thing she thought of was the possibility of being
deceived; and now that her intended husband was gone nobody knew
whither, she was as much astonished and terrified at her own position as
any of her friends could be. This explanation caused some inward
relentings towards her; but cousin Marshall thought it too early yet to
show them; and to avoid the danger of doing so, insisted on both going
to bed, where neither of them slept a wink or exchanged a word during
the whole night.
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