The Adventures of Harry Richmond — CompleteMeredith, George
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The Adventures of Harry Richmond — Complete
Meredith, George
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction
Shouts were being raised somewhere about the forest, and were replied
to by hearty bellow of the rower's lungs. She was now at liberty to
join my name to her own or not, as she willed. I had to wait. But how
much richer was I than all the world! The future owed me nothing. I
would have registered a vow to ask nothing of it. Among the many
determined purposes framing which I walked home, was one to obtain a
grant of that bit of land where we had sat together, and build a temple
on it. The fear that it might be trodden by feet of men before I had
enclosed it beset me with anguish. The most absolute pain I suffered
sprang from a bewildering incapacity to conjure up a vision of Ottilia
free of the glittering accessories of her high birth; and that was the
pain of shame; but it came only at intervals, when pride stood too
loftily and the shadow of possible mischance threatened it with the
axe.
She did not condemn me to long waiting. Her favourite Aennchen brought
me her first letter. The girl's face beamed, and had a look as if she
commended me for a worthy deed.
'An answer, Aennchen?' I asked her.
'Yes, yes!' said she anxiously; 'but it will take more time than I can
spare.' She appointed a meeting near the palace garden-gates at night.
I chose a roof of limes to read under.
'Noblest and best beloved!' the princess addressed me in her own
tongue, doubting, I perceived, as her training had taught her, that my
English eyes would tolerate apostrophes of open-hearted affection. The
rest was her English confided to a critic who would have good reason to
be merciful:
'The night has come that writes the chapter of the day. My father has
had his interview with his head-forester to learn what has befallen
from the storm in the forest. All has not been told him! That shall not
be delayed beyond to-morrow.
'I am hurried to it. And I had the thought that it hung perhaps at the
very end of my life among the coloured leaves, the strokes of
sunset—that then it would be known! or if earlier, distant from this
strange imperative Now. But we have our personal freedom now, and I
have learnt from minutes what I did mean to seek from years, and from
our forest what I hoped that change of scene, travel, experience, would
teach me. Yet I was right in my intention. It was a discreet and a just
meaning I had. For things will not go smoothly for him at once: he will
have his hard battle. He is proved: he has passed his most brave
ordeal. But I! Shall I see him put to it and not certainly know myself?
Even thus I reasoned. One cannot study without knowing that our human
nature is most frail. Daily the body changes, daily the mind—why not
the heart? I did design to travel and converse with various persons.
'Pardon it to one who knew that she would require super-feminine power
of decision to resolve that she would dispose of herself!
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