Memoirs of Miss Sidney Biddulph: Extracted from her own Journal, and now first publishedSheridan, Frances Chamberlaine
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Memoirs of Miss Sidney Biddulph: Extracted from her own Journal, and now first published
Sheridan, Frances Chamberlaine
English fiction -- 18th century
Nothing is so conducive to the body's health, as the mind's being at
ease. I have proved the truth of this observation: my soul had been
racked with suspence and uncertainty during my illness; the uneasy
state of my mind increased my disorder; the disorder itself had
chiefly given rise to my apprehensions, as pain and sickness are
naturally accompanied with a gloominess of thought. Thus the cause
and its effects were united in mutual league against me, and
reciprocally assisted each other to plague and torment me.
My fears were intirely on Mrs Arnold's account. What, thought I,
would be the consequence of my project, in case of my death? Mrs
Gerrarde will return back to England; and, upon telling her story,
will be received again by Arnold; their union perhaps established as
firmly as before, and poor Mrs Arnold's hopes ruined for ever. Then
I thought what a wretch I must appear in her eyes, doubtful, may be,
of my sincerity as to the motives I urged to you for my conduct. On
the other hand, if these motives should by any means happen to be
suspected by Mrs Gerrarde, it might be the means of producing the
direct contrary effect from what I intended; and instead of
banishing Arnold's cruel suspicions of his lady, only serve to
strengthen them; for I knew Mrs Gerrarde would leave nothing unsaid
or undone for this horrid purpose; and it is not every one, Sir
George, whose hearts are enlarged enough to suppose a man may now
and then take a little pains from disinterested principles. This
last suggestion of my thoughts made me almost mad, and actually
brought on a delirium; and what may seem a paradox, though it is
literally true, the total deprivation of my senses for two days was
the means of my recovering them afterwards; for I am sure, had I
retained enough of them to have ruminated longer on this fatal
supposition, and my disorder had still threatened me with death,
I should have run mad. The care of a skilful physician recalled
me from the precincts of the grave; the strength of a constitution,
naturally good, joined to all the resolution I could muster, did the
rest.
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