Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Mothers and sons -- Fiction; Religious fiction; Unmarried mothers -- Fiction
"Perhaps not. But all your taste and refinement will be in your way,
and will unfit you."
"You have not thought about this so much as I have, or you would not
say so. Any fastidiousness I shall have to get rid of, and I shall
be better without; but any true refinement I am sure I shall find
of use; for don't you think that every power we have may be made to
help us in any right work, whatever that is? Would you not rather be
nursed by a person who spoke gently and moved quietly about than by a
loud bustling woman?"
"Yes, to be sure; but a person unfit for anything else may move
quietly, and speak gently, and give medicine when the doctor orders
it, and keep awake at night; and those are the best qualities I ever
heard of in a sick nurse."
Ruth was quite silent for some time. At last she said: "At any rate
it is work, and as such I am thankful for it. You cannot discourage
me--and perhaps you know too little of what my life has been--how set
apart in idleness I have been--to sympathise with me fully."
"And I wanted you to come to see us--me in my new home. Walter and I
had planned that we would persuade you to come to us very often" (she
had planned, and Mr Farquhar had consented); "and now you will have
to be fastened up in a sick-room."
"I could not have come," said Ruth quickly. "Dear Jemima! it is like
you to have thought of it--but I could not come to your house. It is
not a thing to reason about. It is just feeling. But I do feel as if
I could not go. Dear Jemima! if you are ill or sorrowful, and want
me, I will come--"
"So you would and must to any one, if you take up that calling."
"But I should come to you, love, in quite a different way; I should
go to you with my heart full of love--so full that I am afraid I
should be too anxious."
"I almost wish I were ill, that I might make you come at once."
"And I am almost ashamed to think how I should like you to be in some
position in which I could show you how well I remember that day--that
terrible day in the school-room. God bless you for it, Jemima!"
CHAPTER XXX
The Forged Deed
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