Queenie's whim, Volume 3 (of 3) : $b A novelCarey, Rosa Nouchette
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Queenie's whim, Volume 3 (of 3) : $b A novel
Carey, Rosa Nouchette
English fiction -- 19th century
He had made no unmanly moan over his misfortunes, but his heart was
sick within him as he thought of the future. He had lost his money
and perhaps his home, and must he lose this sweet new hope that had
come to him? If he were a poor man could he ever dare to trammel
himself with a wife? and the thought of shutting out this new-found
happiness was very bitter to him.
"There is enough to bear without thinking of that to-night," he said
to himself, with a sort of shudder, as he shut himself up in his
solitary room; but, all the same, Queenie's soft words haunted him
with strange persistence.
He would have marvelled greatly if he could have heard what she
whispered as he left her.
"Oh, how ungrateful I have been, how utterly foolish. I can thank
heaven now that I have five thousand a-year."
CHAPTER VI.
THE TWO CONSPIRATORS.
"'Now look you!' said my brother, 'you may talk
Till weary of the talk.' I answer, 'Ay,
There's reason in your words; and you may talk
Till I go on to say, This should be so.'"
_Jean Ingelow._
"Thank heaven, I have five thousand a-year," repeated Queenie, as she
drew the rocking-chair to the hearth and sat down by her solitary
fireside. "For the first time I am really glad in my heart to be
rich."
Any unseen spectator would have marvelled what thoughts possessed
this girl. Queenie's brow was knitted as though with perplexity, and
yet a radiant smile hovered round her lips.
"It is difficult, far more difficult than I thought it at first," she
soliloquized. "There is a complication that prevents me seeing my
way clear, but if I sit here until morning I will find out what is
the right thing to be done.
"I wonder what Langley must have thought of me," she went on. "I
must have seemed so cold and unsympathizing. How could they know
what kept me so silent? Why, it needed all my strength of mind to
refrain from crying out, 'I am rich; I can give you all, and more
than you want, if you love me; let me share some of my good things
with you.' I wanted to fall on her neck and say some such words as
these; but second thoughts are the best, and I knew I must be prudent.
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