One Snowy Night: Long ago at OxfordHolt, Emily Sarah
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One Snowy Night: Long ago at Oxford
Holt, Emily Sarah
Historical fiction, English
In those early days, and before the corruptions of Rome reached their
full development, this cloistered life was not without some advantages
for the securing of which it is not required now. In rough, wild times,
when insult or cruelty to a woman was among the commonest events, it was
something for a woman to know that by wearing a certain uniform, her
person would be regarded as so sacred that he who dared to molest her
would be a man of rare and exceptional wickedness. It was something,
also, to be sure, even moderately sure, of provision for her bodily
needs during life: something to know that if any sudden accident should
deprive her of the services of her only companion, the world deemed it
so good a deed to serve her, that any woman whom she might summon
through her little window would consider herself honoured and benefited
by being allowed to minister to her even in the meanest manner. The
loss of liberty was much assuaged and compensated, by being set against
such advantages as these. The recluse was considered the holiest of
nuns, not to say of women, and the Countess of Oxford herself would have
held it no degradation to serve her in her need.
Derette would dearly have liked to secure the companionship of Ermine,
but she saw plainly that it was not to be. When the morning came,
therefore, she was much less surprised than sorry that Ermine declined
the offer. Gerhardt pressed it on her in vain.
"If you command me, my brother," said Ermine, "I will obey, for you have
a right to dispose of me; but if the matter is left to my own choice, I
stay with you, and your lot shall be mine."
"But if our lot be hardship and persecution, my Ermine--cold and hunger,
nakedness, and peril and sword! This might be a somewhat dull and
dreary life for thee, but were it not a safe one?"
"Had the Master a safe and easy life, Brother, that His servants should
seek it? Is the world so safe, and the way to Paradise so hard? Is it
not written, `Blessed are ye, when they shall persecute you'? Methinks
I see arising, even now, that little cloud which shall ere long cover
all the sky with darkness. Shall I choose my place with the `fearful'
that are left without the Holy City, rather than with them that shall
follow the Lamb whithersoever He goeth?"
"It is written again, `When they persecute you in one city, flee ye into
another,'" replied Gerhardt.
"`_When_ they persecute you,'" repeated Ermine. "It has not come yet."
"It may be too late, when it has come."
"Then the way will be plain before me."
"Well, dear, I will urge you no further," said Gerhardt at last, drawing
a heavy sigh. "I had hoped that for thee at least--The will of the Lord
be done."
"If it were His will to preserve my life, even the persecutors
themselves might be made the occasion of doing so."
"True, my Ermine. It may be thou hast more faith than I. Be it as thou
wilt."
So Derette had to seek another maid.
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