Love After Marriage; and Other Stories of the HeartHentz, Caroline Lee
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Love After Marriage; and Other Stories of the Heart
Hentz, Caroline Lee
Fiction; Short stories, American
"'Search me, if you please, Miss Laura, and all that belongs to me,'
replied Alice, in a firmer tone, 'but I cannot give back what I have
never taken. I would not, for fifty thousand worlds, take what was not
mine, and least of all from you, who have been so kind and good. I am
willing to go, for I would rather beg my bread from door to door, than
live upon the bounty of one who thinks me capable of such guilt:' with
a composure that strangely contrasted with her late violent agitation,
she arranged her dress, and was walking towards the door, when
Eglantine arrested her--
"'Alice, Alice, you must be mad to persist in this course. Confess the
whole, return the bracelet, and Laura may yet forgive you. Think of
your sick mother. How can you go to her in shame and disgrace?'
"At the mention of her mother, Alice wept afresh, and putting her hand
to her head, exclaimed--
"'I feel very, very sick. Perhaps we shall die together, and then God
will take pity on us. The great God knows I am innocent of this
crime.'
"Grandmother," interrupted I, unable to keep silence any longer, "tell
me if she was not innocent. I know she must have been. Who could have
taken it?"
"Do you think Eglantine more likely to have stolen it from her cousin,
who was to her, as it were, another soul and being?"
"Oh! no," I replied, "but I shall feel unhappy till I discover the
thief. Please, grandmother, go on. Did Alice really go away?"
"Yes, my child," answered my grandmother, in a faltering voice, "she
went, though my relenting heart pleaded for her to linger. Her extreme
youth and helplessness, her previous simplicity and truthfulness, and
her solemn asseverations of innocence, all staggered my belief in her
guilt. It was a mystery which grew darker as I attempted to penetrate
it. If Alice were innocent, who could be guilty--Eglantine? Such
thought was sacrilege to her pure and elevated character, her tried
affection for me, her self-respect, dignity, and truth. Alice returned
to her mother, in spite of our permission for her to remain till the
subject could be more fully investigated.
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