One in a Thousand; or, The Days of Henri QuatreJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
History
One in a Thousand; or, The Days of Henri Quatre
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
France -- History -- Henry IV, 1589-1610 -- Fiction
"No, no!" she replied, clasping her hands earnestly. "I will not, I
cannot rise till you have heard me. Have I not used every other means?
have I not employed every other form of entreaty without avail? and I
now kneel at your feet to beseech you to spare yourself and me misery
interminable. I have told you, and with bitter regret have I been
obliged to tell you, that I cannot love you as woman should love her
husband; and I did not resolve to tell you so till I had struggled
with my own heart,--till I had combated all my own feelings,--in
order, if possible, to fulfil what had been a wish of my father. I
struggled, I combated in vain, Monsieur d'Aubin; for the more I did
so, the more I found that my peace of mind required me to take a
decided part,--that honour and justice towards you required me to tell
you that I could not, that I would not, be your wife. Why, why
persecute me thus, Monsieur d'Aubin?" she continued; "you do not love
me--you have never loved me; and, under such circumstances, how can
you expect me to love you? Why not turn to any of those who will not
only consider themselves as honoured by your suit, but who, much
better suited than I am to your views, your habits, and your feelings,
have it in their power to return your affection, and to meet you, as I
doubt not you deserve to be met, with love for love?"
"You mistake me altogether, Eugenie," said D'Aubin, raising her almost
forcibly, and leading her back to her seat; "I do love you; and I
trust that, though you doubt your own feelings at present, you will
find it not so difficult, when you are my wife, to feel towards me in
such a manner as to be happy yourself and to render me so."
"Do not deceive yourself, Monsieur d'Aubin!" exclaimed Eugenie. "I do
not doubt my own feelings! I am but too sure of them! I do not love
you, I cannot love you, any more than you love me; and if you persist
in your pursuit, you do it warned of what are my sentiments towards
you, and assured that those sentiments will but become more repugnant,
in proportion to the degree of constraint used towards me."
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