Mrs. Warren's Daughter: A Story of the Woman's MovementJohnston, Harry
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Mrs. Warren's Daughter: A Story of the Woman's Movement
Johnston, Harry
Feminism -- Fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Women's rights -- Fiction
But about your mother--for it is necessary you should know
all I can tell you in case you have to answer questions as
to your parentage. Your mother's name was, as you know, Mary
Vavasour. It is a common name in South Wales though it seems
to be Norman French. She came to our Pontystrad school as a
teacher in 1873. Her father was something to do with mining
at Merthyr. I fell in love with her--she had a sweet
face--and married her in 1874. You were born two years
afterwards. Bridget had been my housekeeper before I was
married and I asked her to stay on lest your mother should
be inexperienced at first in the domestic arts. They never
got on well together and when Mary had recovered from her
confinement and seemed disposed to take up housekeeping I
sent away poor Bridget reluctantly and only took her back
after your mother's flight. Bridget was a second mother to
you as you know, though I fear you never showed her much
affection till these later days.
_October_ 23.
My eyes seem to be improving instead of getting tired with
the new delights of reading and writing. I owe all this to
you and to the clever oculist at Clifton. Dr. Murgatroyd
from Pontyffynon looked in here the other day, to ask about
your return. He seemed almost to grudge me my restored sight
because I had got it from other people's advice. Said _he_
could have advised an operation only he never believed my
heart would stand it. When I told him they had mixed the
anaesthetic with oxygen he became quite angry--and exclaimed
against these new-fangled notions. But I must not use up my
new found energy writing about him. I want to finish my
letter in a business-like fashion so that you may know all
that is necessary to be known about yourself and your
position. You may have at any moment to answer questions
before you get called to the Bar, and with your defective
memory--I am glad to hear things in the past are becoming
clearer to you--I am sure with God's grace you will wholly
recover soon from the effects of your wound and your
illness--What was I writing? I meant to say that you ought
to know the main facts about your family and your position.
I was an only son. Your grandfather was a prosperous farmer
and auctioneer. You have distant cousins, Vaughans and
Williamses, and some others living at Shrewsbury named
Price. I have written to none of them about your return
because they never evinced any interest in me or my
concerns. Your mother's people, her Vavasour relations at
Cardiff--did not seem to me to be very respectable, though
her father was a well-educated man for his position. He
died--I heard--in a mine accident.
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