Millbank; $b or, Roger Irving's ward. A novelHolmes, Mary Jane
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Millbank; $b or, Roger Irving's ward. A novel
Holmes, Mary Jane
American fiction -- 19th century
“He loved me still, and we talked it over together, sometimes when you
were sleeping after dinner, and nights when you were playing
billiards. There is so much of that kind of thing at Saratoga that
one’s sense of right and wrong is easily blunted there, and I was so
young; still this is no excuse. I ought not to have listened for a
moment, especially after he began to talk of _Italy_ and a cottage by
the sea, where no one would know us. I was his in the sight of Heaven,
he said. I was committing sin by living with you. I was more his wife
than yours, and he made me believe that if once I left you, a divorce
could easily be obtained, and then there would be nothing in the way
of our marriage. I caught at that idea and listened to it, and from
that moment my fate was sealed. But I never contemplated anything but
marriage with him, when at last I consented to leave you. I wanted to
take Roger, and went on my knees to him, begging that I might have my
baby, but he would not consent. A child would be in the way, he said,
and I must choose between him and my boy. His influence over me was so
great that I would have walked into the fire with him then, had he
willed it so.
“I left Millbank at night, intending to meet Arthur in New York, and
go at once to the steamer bound for Liverpool, but on the way thoughts
of my baby sleeping in his crib, with that smile on his lips when I
kissed him last, came to save me, and at New Haven I left the train
and took the boat for New York, and went to another hotel than the one
where he was waiting for me. I scarcely knew what I meant to do,
except to avoid him, until, as I sat waiting for a room, I heard some
people talking of the ‘Sea Gull,’ which was to leave the next day for
Charleston. Then, I said, ‘Heaven has opened for me that way of
escape. I dare not go back to Millbank. My husband would not receive
me now. Lucy is in Charleston. She knows my story. I will go to her,’
and so yesterday, when the ‘Sea Gull’ dropped down the harbor, I was
in it, and _he_ was there too; but I did not know it till we had been
hours upon the sea, and it was too late for me to go back. He had
wondered that I did not come according to appointment, and was walking
down Broadway when he saw me leave the hotel, and called a carriage at
once and followed me to the boat, guessing that it was my intention to
avoid him. I have told him of my resolve, and when Charleston is
reached, we shall part forever.
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