Oliver's Bride; A true StoryOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Oliver's Bride; A true Story
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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‘Oh, as for taking care of her!--’ He went out of the room while she was
speaking to put his necessaries into his bag. And left alone, she began
to think still more doubtfully over the meaning of this sudden move. She
ran over every name she could think of, of people whom she knew he had
known. She, too, felt the influence of that sudden cloud which blotted
out the sky and brought the quick deluge of the spring shower pouring
about the ears of the wayfarers. The darkness assisted her womanish
imagination, as it had done that of Grace. It was like a sudden
misfortune falling when no one thought of it. And Mrs. Ford’s mind was
greatly exercised. When Oliver came into the room again, ready to
start, she got up quickly and went to him with her two hands on the
lappels of his coat. ‘Oliver,’ she cried, breathlessly, ‘I hope to
goodness it _is_ a him, and not--You couldn’t, you wouldn’t--it isn’t
possible.’
‘Suspicion seems always possible,’ he said, harshly, putting her away
from him. Was it the natural indignation of one unjustly blamed? ‘If
that is all you think of me, what can it matter what I say?’
‘Oh,’ cried Trix, who was very impulsive, ‘I beg your pardon, Noll. It
was only that I--it was because I am so anxious, oh, so anxious! that
everything should go well. You won’t be long--not any longer than you
can help?’
‘Not a moment,’ he said. ‘If I can return to-morrow, I will. I hope so
with all I my heart. Going at all is no pleasure. Take care of her while
I am away.’
It seemed to Trix that he was gone before she had known that he was
going. It was very sudden. He had not intended to go at all till after
his marriage. He had said so only that morning: and why this change all
in an hour? A friend! It must be a very intimate friend, she concluded,
or he would not have thrown up all his plans to go and visit him. To be
sure, when a man is dying he is not likely to wait the convenience of
another who is about to be married. She told her husband when he came in
in the evening, and he, a good man, who was not wont to trouble himself
about hidden meanings, received the news with great placidity.
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