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)
English fiction
"I was told I should be well here, that repose from labour was all I
wanted. I was dismissed with kindness, and loaded with the bounty of my
lady! But she could not give me what she has not, _peace_ of _mind_.
Yet, _she can sleep_! She has not dreams like mine! She can laugh at
my sufferings, and tell me, that they are fancies, and proceed from
fever. Was it _fever_ that suddenly rushed into my views at the sight
of Mrs. Howard's coffin? I knew for weeks that she was in a dying
condition, and yet I could then sleep. Was it fever that conveyed to my
astounded ears the voice of the accusing angel, whilst Mr. Flint was
speaking to his sister? She could stand the shock: I was obliged to
leave the room, benumbed with horror, and the weight of the whole earth
resting on me! Oh! had I died _then_, what miseries should I have been
spared!"
* * * * *
"I was brought up by good and pious parents. When poor and friendless,
sick and an orphan, the first Mrs. Flint sheltered me. She gave me
good wages, as well as kindness and consideration; told me, that the
small-pox, though it had injured my face, had not lessened my good
qualities or my good character; and as a proof of her opinion of my
prudence, I should be the young lady's-maid. And what was my return
for her humanity, her confidence, her unexampled sweetness of temper?
Oh conscience, conscience, bitter are thy recollections! _sharp are thy
wounds!_"
* * * * *
"I was doomed to be the author of evil to my benefactors! God abandoned
me to my wicked lust of money; the object of my senseless worship! What
scenes of misery, of ruin, of treachery, and imposition have been aided
by me!"
* * * * *
"I mean to pass over the period which passed after poor Mrs. Flint
married Sir Murdock Maclairn. Tarefield-hall was no less fatal to her
tranquillity, than to mine. But she was the victim of usurped power;
I was the willing captive of sin. I still, however, bore up against
conscience. I had laid out my ill-gotten gains in the purchase of
this mill and land; and Mr. Flamall advised me to rebuild, instead
of repairing the south end of the house, saying I should have a nest
for my old age, and be always near my good mistress. This object, for
a time, filled my thoughts. It was finished, and Miss Flint's great
pleasure seemed to render it comfortable. She observed, that my health
declined, and with great kindness listened to my plan of quitting her
service.
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