Illustrations of political economy, Volume 9 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 9 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
“How do you know? Who told you about it?”, asked Jane, with chattering
teeth.
“There is a light in your eyes, and a heat on your cheeks, that told me
long ago more than you knew yourself. I have seen you grow a child
again, my dear, when every body got to regard you as a staid woman.”
“No, no; I wish I was—I wish I was a child again.”
“Why, my dear, what can be more childish than grasping at what you
cannot use, and giving up all that is precious for the sake of what you
grow less and less able to enjoy?”
“God knows I have nothing left that is precious,” murmured Jane, sinking
into tears.
“Yes, you have. Even they that did you the cruelest harm,—that turned
your heart in upon itself for their own selfish ends, could not take
from you all that is precious, as long as God makes men into families.
My dear, if you see nothing to make you forget your gold in what I saw
this morning, you deserve nothing better than gold, and I shall consider
you given over entirely. If you do not despise your money in comparison
with your brother Henry and his lady, it is a pity you are their
sister.”
“His lady! What lady?”
“His wife, ma’am; I saw her this morning. A pretty lady she is,—so
young, and speaking English that I could hardly make out without the
help of her bright face. And there was her father too, who could not
speak to me at all, though he talked fast enough with his daughter. And
Mr. Henry was very busy with his books and papers, in a corner of the
room where they have hung up a curtain, that he may be, in a manner, by
himself; for they have not over-much room. You will see no gold by going
there; but——”
“But why——? I am his sister, and he never took me there; and——”
“You were too rich, Miss Jane, not to want more money; so they waited
till you could not tax them with interfering with your dues. If you had
asked, Mr. Henry would have told you every thing. As it is, he will
bring his wife to-morrow, and you will be all the better friends for
there being no talk of dividing money between you.”
“Ah! Morgan,” said Jane, becoming calm in proportion as she was humbled,
“you will leave me and go to them; you will leave me to such service as
gold can buy!”
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