Gothic fiction; Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Whenever they had got a foothold, the soothing flattery
of Victor's love had crept in, to allay and lull the pain they caused.
And I had not remembered to pray in those hours; I had trusted to
myself, and gone on sinning. Just so far as I had been estranged from
duty, and grown cold to holy things, just so far had I gone forward in
the path which had now brought me to such terrible bewilderment.
Whenever I had prayed and repented, his influence and the temptation of
his presence had been weakened or withdrawn; whenever I had listened to
the whispers of wounded pride or determined resentment, his voice had
been at my ear, his love laid at my feet. When little Essie's death had
drawn my thoughts awhile toward heaven, and made me realize the
littleness and impotence of pride and wrath, and the insignificance of
things seen, the power and eternity of things unseen, he had been
forgotten and indifferent; but so soon as I had allowed the return of
worldliness, so soon had I found myself snared in hypocrisy and deceit
toward him. The little sins of every day, they had tempted me on to
where I now stood. It was so easy to look back and see it all--how one
slight omission of duty had led to another--how one moment of indulgence
had weakened self-control--one disregard of truth had grown into the
tyrant sin from which I could not now release myself; struggle as I
might, I was helpless in its grasp. Every step but plunged me deeper;
every word was but a fresh deceit.
I saw Victor that evening for a few moments; Kitty had watched long for
a safe chance to admit me. Mrs. Roberts, contrary to all precedent, had
taken her knitting and seated herself in one of the hall windows,
declaring that it was the coolest place in the house, and there remained
the whole afternoon. There was nothing to induce her to do it but the
obstinate instincts of her nature, to which she was ever true. She may
have had some lurking suspicion that there was "something going on"
upstairs, and though entirely ignorant of its nature, she could not
doubt its evil tendency, believing as she had reason to, that Kitty was
concerned in it. She had encountered that young person on the stairs
after dinner, with a surreptitious plate of confectionery and fruit from
dessert. Kitty had readily answered upon demand, that it was for her
young lady; and Mrs. Roberts had very tartly remarked that in _her_
time, young ladies thought it best manners to eat as much as they wanted
at the table, and not take the credit of being delicate, and then have
extra plates of good things brought up to their rooms. Kitty could
hardly brook the implied taunt, but she had to swallow it. She hovered
anxiously around all the afternoon, inventing all manner of excuses to
get Mrs. Roberts away, but to no avail, and it was only after dusk, when
she had at last withdrawn to order tea, that Kitty eagerly beckoned me
to follow her to the door of the hidden room, that had always had such a
mysterious awe in my eyes.
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