Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Self-control -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction
'The stipulated two years are still far from a close,' said Laura
coldly; 'and, till they are ended, our intercourse cannot be too
slight.'
'Surely,' cried Hargrave, 'when you fixed this lingering probation, you
did not mean to banish me from your presence for two years!' Laura could
not with truth aver that such a banishment had been her intention. 'I
believe,' said she, suppressing a sigh, 'that would have been my wisest
meaning.' 'I would sooner die,' cried Hargrave, vehemently. 'Oh, had I
sooner found you,' added he, a dark expression which Laura could not
define clouding his countenance, 'what wretchedness would have been
spared! But now that we have at last met,' continued he, his eyes again
sparkling with love and hope, 'I will haunt you, cling to you,
supplicate you, till I melt you to a passion as fervent as my own,'
While he spoke he dropped upon his knee by her side, and drew his arm
passionately round her. Time had been, that Laura, trembling with
irrepressible emotion, would have withdrawn from the embrace,
reproaching herself for sensations from which she imagined that the more
spotless heart of her lover was free, and hating herself for being
unable to receive as a sister, the caresses of a fondness pure as a
brother's love. But Hargrave had himself torn the veil from her eyes;
and shrinking from him as if a serpent had crossed her path, she cast on
him a look that struck like an ice-bolt on the glowing heart of
Hargrave. 'Just Heaven!' he cried, starting up with a convulsive
shudder, 'this is abhorrence! Why, why have you deceived me with a
false show of sensibility? Speak it at once,' said he, wildly grasping
her arm; 'say that you detest me, and tell me too who has dared to
supplant me in a heart once wholly mine.'
'Be calm, I implore you,' said Laura, terrified at his violence, 'no one
has supplanted you. I am, I ever shall be, whatever you deserve to find
me.'
Laura's soothing voice, her insinuating look, retained all their wonted
power to calm the fierce passions of her lover. 'Oh I shall never
deserve you,' said he in a tone of wretchedness, while his face was
again crossed by an expression of anguish, which the unsuspecting Laura
attributed to remorse for his former treatment of herself.
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