Squire Arden; volume 2 of 3Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Squire Arden; volume 2 of 3
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
England -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Landowners -- Fiction
can I stop her? And why should I!--it is her business, it is not mine.
If she had been a girl in the village---- But then I said it should not
occur again.”
Thus Clare mused: and as the slow moments went on, her musing grew into
a kind of rhythm of broken fancies, all bound together by the continued
burden--“I said it should not occur again.” It was like a song which she
thus murmured to herself, or rather which murmured in her ears without
any will of hers, rising and falling, with its refrain--“I said it
should not occur again.” At length the refrain gained upon the rest, and
repeated and repeated itself till her brain grew dizzy. At all events
she had to keep her word--and what should she do? Should she interpose
authoritatively, as was her right as the natural protectress of every
girl in Arden? Should she write to him herself, and warn him that his
evil designs were known, and she, the champion and shield of her
maidens, in arms against him? Should she act imperiously and with a high
hand, by sending Jeanie and her grandmother out of her territory? She
was so used to think as well as act _en princesse_ that neither of those
plans seemed quite impracticable to Clare. They were, on the contrary,
quite natural, things which had she been less concerned she would not
have hesitated to do. But, alas, she was intimately concerned, and her
arm seemed paralysed. She gave forth the sentence without hesitation,
but as for the manner of executing it, she seemed only capable of
thrusting the sword into herself.
Then a sudden thought struck her. As it came to her all at once, so she
executed it all at once, with the impatient and irritable haste of
suffering. Half the mad things that people do when they are in trouble
are done in this way. Their brain grows dizzy over deep-laid plans and
long-nursed impossible conceptions, and then a sudden suggestion comes
across them and they obey it on the moment. She started up and brought
her blotting-book from the writing-desk where it was, to the ring of
light round the lamp. And she wrote the following note hastily, without
even pausing to draw breath:--
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