Oliver Constable, miller and baker, Vol. 3 (of 3)Tytler, Sarah
Philosophy
Oliver Constable, miller and baker, Vol. 3 (of 3)
Tytler, Sarah
England -- Social conditions -- 19th century -- Fiction
Oliver, with his heart standing still, took one step towards the door
of another room which was kept closed. An elderly woman turned the key
in the lock and let him go in. Alas! yes; there lay all that was mortal
of ’Mily, the poor mangled body decently composed, covered over and
put away from fascinated, appalled gaze, or rude, gloating scrutiny—in
the very dress she had so often pictured herself as wearing, that she
had bidden Oliver notice particularly, which she had, not three hours
before, gone to church in. The chubby face was little altered, except
for the closed eyes, since it had been spared, while death must have
proved instantaneous. With no friend by her side, not missed, though
she was in her bridal glory, till Oliver sought her out, the disastrous
end of ’Mily’s foolish young life had indeed come swiftly.
In the grief and oppression with which Oliver set about making the
necessary arrangements, he could yet believe that, as ’Mily had said of
Fan’s fate, so her own might have been more miserable still.
It was a wise choice made by the warrior and poet king—rather to fall
into God’s than into man’s hands. To die in an instant, though it were
on her marriage morning, in her bridal finery, when her heart was
softened in the act of quitting Friarton, thinking as she thought in
all probability—with regretful tenderness of her mother and family, and
repenting of her misconduct, while, at the same time, all faith and
hope in her husband had not been crushed out of her, was surely better
than to live on at the mercy of a man like Birt, to be dragged down by
him into lower and lower depths, to risk becoming at last as heartless
and worthless as himself.
Oliver had a worse ordeal to face before night than that of seeking out
’Mily on her marriage day, as the woman killed in the railway accident.
Mrs. Polley sent over an express to Friarton Mill to bid Mr. Constable
come into the town and speak to her. In other circumstances it would
have been an exacting, unreasonable demand; as it was Oliver, like any
man with a true man’s heart, obeyed it as he would have obeyed the
behest of the Queen.
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