Lady Maclairn, the victim of villany : $b A novel, volume 1 (of 4)Hunter, Mrs. (Rachel)
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Lady Maclairn, the victim of villany : $b A novel, volume 1 (of 4)
Hunter, Mrs. (Rachel)
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pale and languid, and sitting down by his niece, he shed tears like an
infant. “The coach is preparing,” said he at length, “can you make the
effort my child? I leave not this accursed house without you.”—“I am
much better, I am able to go any where with you,” replied the poor girl;
“but my dear, dear uncle! leave not my aunt in displeasure; indeed she
is very sorry for what has passed, indeed I had entirely forgiven
her.”—“Name her not,” answered the captain with emotion; “go to your
parents’ grave; see her work _there_! Remember the protection she
promised you! But I will be just,” continued he, suppressing his rising
passions, “to my credulity, to my easy faith, you must attribute these
scourges. But who,” continued he, turning to us, “could have conceived
that any hand could have inflicted such cruelty on a creature like
_this_, and that hand a sister’s! But we will depart, my child, to that
home where your bruises will be healed, and I shall be justly reproved
for the pride and ambition which caused them. Your asylum is secure, and
you will have bread and peace.”
My hitherto restrained tears now flowed abundantly: it was well for me
they did, for the throbbing in my temples was excruciating. I attempted
to speak; but I could only say with extreme emotion, “Dismiss your fears
for her, her happiness shall be my care.” A look was the thanks I
received. The coach drew up, and Malcolm entered the room. Whilst Mrs.
Allen prepared Mary, he said in a whisper, “I leave my father to you.
Miss Flint is in strong convulsions, the doctor is sent for, and my
mother is dreadfully alarmed.” He carried Mary to the carriage, and
accompanied her and the captain to the Abbey.
Mrs. Allen went to assist Lady Maclairn, and I to perform a duty which
was become pressing, for I had not seen Sir Murdock from the first
signal of alarm. I recollected this circumstance with a sensation of
terror undefinable at this moment; and quickening my steps, met a
servant whom I believe I frightened by my eagerness, for in reply to my
question, he said, with some hesitation of manner, that he had seen Sir
Murdock go into the garden, and, if I pleased, he would go with me to
look for him. I saw the conclusion he had drawn, and therefore, with
collected ease, replied that I should soon meet him.
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