Lady Maclairn, the victim of villany : $b A novel, volume 2 (of 4)Hunter, Mrs. (Rachel)
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Lady Maclairn, the victim of villany : $b A novel, volume 2 (of 4)
Hunter, Mrs. (Rachel)
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hearts and two creatures who were gazed at as being made for each
other's happiness. Mr. Howard returned to Tarefield with his wife;
and I neither repented _then_, nor have I _since_, of the part I had
in bringing them together. Let those who blasted their comforts answer
for the mischief!"--Her hands trembled, and she put aside her work
to wipe away the falling tear.--"Frank, finding that he could be no
farther serviceable to Miss Mary, returned home; but we soon after lost
sight of him again, though with contentment. He married a very good
girl, and went into partnership with her father, who was a wheelwright,
and lived many miles from us. They were, however, comfortable, till a
dreadful fever swept them away."--She paused.--"I had yet a child with
me. Susan was my anchor of hope, and again I took heart. She refused
several suitors for my sake, Madam; and her industry and good behaviour
gained her many friends. To ease the rest of a house, which suited her
increasing business, we let the first floor; and my son's attorney, a
very worthy gentleman of the name of Lloyd, knowing it to be vacant,
and that we only received one lady, recommended to us a Mrs. Barnes, a
client of his, who had recently lived near London, as a suitable lodger
for us; being a very quiet retired lady, and having no connections in
the town but his family. Little did I suspect, when she arrived, that
I was taking under my roof the wretch who had so barbarously treated
Mrs. Howard! nor could I have conceived that time and repentance could
have produced such a change in any one; for a more quiet and obliging
woman could not be found than my lodger. She was satisfied with every
thing; and we were so pleased with her, that at last we agreed to her
request, that we should provide her table for her; and for which she
paid so handsomely, that I was enabled to keep a maid-servant. She
was, in the mean time, evidently a sickly and melancholy woman, but
never, with us, a discontented one; and when, in the evening, we were
with her, in her apartment, she took delight in helping Susan in her
work, at which she was not less expert than herself. She never quitted
her room, but to go to morning prayers, and sometimes to Mr. Lloyd's;
but these visits were rare. Thus passed three years, and her increasing
fondness for Susan was returned by every endeavour on our part to
make her comfortable. But it was clear to us that she was a declining
woman, and broken down by grief. Soon after this period, she told us
one morning, as she passed through the shop, that she should go from
chapel to Mr. Lloyd's, and meant to dine with him. We both remarked,
when she returned, that she was more chatty than usual, and we renewed
our usual exhortations, to induce her to use more exercise, and try to
amuse herself: her answers were as they had always been, desponding;
and we changed the subject. That very day week, she went again to the
attorney's, and again we fancied that she returned home more cheerful.
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