Recollections of a chaperonSullivan, Arabella Jane
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Recollections of a chaperon
Sullivan, Arabella Jane
English fiction -- 19th century
Warenne flung himself at her feet. “Pardon, pardon my presumption,”
said he, “I had, indeed, such aspiring hopes, before fortune raised
you far above me, and before your father by his manner implied his
disapprobation of my pretensions; but I have endeavoured to check and
conceal them, as in honour I felt bound to do, and since this late
unhappy affair, more than ever. You now force me to speak. You must,
therefore, hear me, though the next moment you drive me from your
presence. I have loved you almost from the first hour that we met. I
love you now, fervently, fondly, passionately. I honour you as one
of the noblest of living beings. I would peril every earthly thing I
possess, to know that I hold a place in your affections. As I hope
for mercy, the bitterness of my present sorrows arises, I will not
say, solely, for honour is ever the soldier’s idol, but, principally,
from the consciousness that henceforth I may not dare to think of you;
pardon my presumptuous words, you have wrung them from me.”
“I will pardon you, now that you have spoken,” replied Adelaide, with
a faltering voice, and relapsing into her wonted timidity of manner,
“though, perhaps, had you remained silent (a sweet smile of reproach
strove with the tears which trembled in her dark eyelashes), I should
not have forgiven you. You do not deserve forgiveness, for you would
have sacrificed”—she hesitated—“your happiness to your vanity.”
Warenne seized the hand she tremblingly held out to him.
“Will you then listen to me?” asked he impetuously; “but no, I dream—it
cannot be!”
“Must all the assurances come from me?” rejoined Adelaide, fixing her
tearful eyes upon the ground.
“Oh, pardon me, the transition from despair to hope is so sudden that
I can scarce believe it—but,” said he inquiringly, “you said you would
listen to me. Will you—can you?”
“I have not actually said so,” replied Adelaide timidly, “but I can—I
will.”
Warenne doubted no longer, but gave himself up to the full certainty of
his happiness, while again and again he told Adelaide the tale she knew
full well, but was nothing loth to hear.
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