Oriole's daughter, a novel, Volume 1 (of 3)Fothergill, Jessie
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Oriole's daughter, a novel, Volume 1 (of 3)
Fothergill, Jessie
Fathers and daughters -- Fiction; Illegitimate children -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction; Rome (Italy) -- Fiction
‘I see now; I have to-night added one more mistake to the many others
of which my life has been composed. Seeing the groove I am now in, fast
and immovable, I should have continued to travel in it without making
a sign or a struggle. I wished to speak to you, because I--valued your
opinion. There are things which may not and cannot be explained. I
cannot explain openly to you why I wish you to go. If I go away now
without further explanation, you set me down in your own mind as an
imbecile, and justly so. I must say something. With your fine brilliant
intelligence you will understand me more or less. Hitherto you have
seen merely my degradation, my humiliation. That was bad enough, but
now that we have had an explanation I could endure it. But from now,
or from very soon after this day, you will be witness of my shame--of
the irremediably wretched and degrading life to which I am bound in
punishment of my own folly and weakness--a life which I must go on
leading, which I can neither improve nor terminate, for reasons which
it is utterly impossible to me to explain to you. You have seen me,
a drudge, at my drudgery. Within a week--nay, it may be in a day or
two--the drudge’s owner will return. My slavery will again be complete.
My cup will have added to its bitterness the intolerable flavour of
knowing that you are there looking on. You have pitied me hitherto;
now I foresee that you will despise me. That I have deserved contempt,
though I am now expiating my sin in dust and ashes, does not make it
better. And,’ he started up from his chair and twisted his fingers
into and out of each other, ‘I cannot live in your contempt; I cannot
bear it; I ask you to go.’
Minna sat as if rooted to her chair. She felt a surging in her ears,
and things were indistinct for a moment or two before her eyes.
Partially, if not completely, she comprehended the situation, and
understood that for him it was an agonizing one. Of his relations to
Signora Dietrich she had no manner of doubt in her own mind. She was
no child; she knew a good deal of the world, and had a considerable
tolerance for many human weaknesses. She had no difficulty in
understanding that the bond which kept Giuseppe tied at his present
post must be a strong one. As to its nature, on one side, at any rate,
she was quite certain in her own mind. That her presence and society
had roused in him feelings of interest and admiration long dormant,
there could be also no manner of doubt, and those reawakened feelings
had caused him to feel more poignantly than ever the misery of the
position to which circumstances or his own weakness in time past had
reduced him.
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