India : $b the pearl of Pearl RiverSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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India : $b the pearl of Pearl River
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
Louisiana -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
“Words, Mark! words! This project of yours will reduce me to beggary!”
“No, dear madam, it shall not. Me it will reduce to—my own exertions for
a livelihood, but not you. When all my slaves are freed, and on their
way to Africa at my cost, there will still remain, from the sale of the
land, some thirty thousand dollars. That money, mother, with the
homestead here, I intend to settle upon yourself”——
“Oh, my son! you break my heart. Do you think, then, that I will suffer
you to beggar yourself to enrich me? No, dear Mark; no! Since you do not
forget me—since you remember me with affectionate interest, it is
sufficient. If I reproached you just now, it was only because I felt as
if you did not care for me; and that is a sorrowful feeling in a parent,
Mark.”
“I never for one instant forgot your interests, dear mother. How could
I? I had settled the plan I have named to you, in my mind, before I left
the North.”
“I cannot bear the name of that quarter of our country! the word strikes
like a bullet, Mark!” exclaimed the lady, with an impulsive start, and
shrunk as if indeed she were shot.
Mr. Sutherland looked down, mortified and troubled.
“And as for this plan, Mark,” proceeded the lady, “it must not be
carried out. Under no circumstances can I consent that you beggar
yourself for me.”
“Dearest mother, I do not think it possible for mere loss of fortune to
beggar a man of good health and good morals. I shall go to the West. It
is a broad field for enterprise. I studied law for my amusement, having
had a strong natural attraction for it. I shall commence the practice of
that profession in some western village, and grow up with the town. I
shall succeed. Indeed, methinks new life and energy runs through my
veins and fires my heart at the very thought of difficulties to meet and
overcome!” said Mr. Sutherland, smiling gaily, stretching his arms and
rubbing his hands together.
“Alas! you do not know what you are talking about, Mark! What a project!
And your approaching marriage with India—is it possible in this
connexion that you do not think of that?”
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