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
What a letter is this, my sister! But Sir George is still himself;
gross; void of sentiment: he dreams of nothing but the glaring
advantages that fortune and rank in life procure. And how he argues
too! Weak arguer! He _will not suppose that the objection_ (absurd
he calls it), _which formerly prevented my happiness, should still
prevail with me to reject the same happiness_--Why not? Is the
nature of Mr Faulkland's offence changed? Has he ever repaired it?
Has not Miss Burchell the same claim she ever had? Nay, a stronger
than ever, if years of unabated love can give it her? _My mother and
I have by this time learnt to forgive human frailties; nay, we forgave
enormities_--Unkind brother, to rake up the unfortunate ashes of my
beloved. We have, indeed, learnt to forgive human frailties; but they
were the frailties of a husband, a repenting husband, who was seduced to
the commission of those crimes which he abhorred: but surely that is no
plea for my overlooking the faults of another, to whom I am under no
such tie. I am now _without fortune, and incumbered with children_.
Indelicate man! does he think _that_ an argument in favour of his
proposal? It is a strong one against it. Shall I, who, when I was in the
virgin-bloom of youth, flattered with some advantages of person, which
time and grief have since impaired, and not destitute of fortune; I, who
then rejected Mr Faulkland from motives which still subsist; shall I,
now that I have lost those advantages, meanly condescend to accept of
this rejected man? This would, indeed, be acknowleging, that the
humiliating change had levelled me to those principles which I formerly
contemned; would lay me under mortifying obligations to Mr Faulkland,
and destroy the merit of that refusal which proceeded from such
justifiable motives.
No, my sordid brother! if I _could_ recompence Mr Faulkland as he
deserves at my hands, I _would_ do it; but, with such a mind as I bear,
it cannot be done your way. I say nothing of the promise I made Miss
Burchell; if I had never made her such, my sentiments would be the same
from those other considerations; but such a promise, binding as it is,
determined my conduct beyond the possibility of a doubt.
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