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
relates to your own opinion of her, give unquestionable evidence of
her innocence.
Now, Mrs Gerrarde, lay your hand on your heart, and answer me if I
have not given you reasons, which, though they may not be
satisfactory to you, are in themselves of weight sufficient to
justify my conduct.
I had watched her countenance narrowly during my discourse, which
she had listened to without once looking at me. I saw I had shocked
and even confounded her; but I saw no remorse, no contrition in her
looks. All artifice was now at an end, and she unmasked the fiend
directly. She started off her chair with the looks and gesture of a
fury; and fixing her eyes (which had really something diabolical in
them at that instant) steadily on me, You wretch! she cried, with a
voice answerable to her looks, you are such a false, dissembling,
mean-spirited reptile, that if you had a kingdom to offer me, and
would lay yourself at my feet to beg my acceptance of you, I would
trample on you like dirt! and she stamped on the floor with the air
of an amazon. Do you think you shall carry on this fine-contrived
enterprize? No, if I perish for it, I will have vengeance: Mr Arnold
shall know how I have been deceived and betrayed, and I will at
least have the satisfaction of getting your life, if I lose every
thing besides.
A burst of malignant tears now gushed from her eyes; but she robbed
them of their efficacy, by mixing with them the bitterest
imprecations against me. She curst even the innocent Mrs Arnold,
you, and the whole family; and her own folly, in being blinded by
the arts of such a worthless milk-sop as myself.
I let her give vent to her passion, calmly walking about the room
all the time; only now and then casting an eye on her, for fear she
should have rushed on me with a penknife; for I have not the least
doubt, if she had had such an instrument about her, she would have
made an attempt that might have given a very tragical turn to my
adventures.
When she had done sobbing, I addressed her in a very stern voice;
for I found I had no baby to deal with, and therefore resolved to
frighten her into submission.
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