The Convict Ship, Volume 1 (of 3)Russell, William Clark
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The Convict Ship, Volume 1 (of 3)
Russell, William Clark
Convict ships -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
‘You no longer roll your eyes,’ said she, ‘when you argue, and redden
and strut and heave up your breast when I venture to object to your
views. You have become thoroughly genteel, my dear, in your tastes and
habits. Your captain will have a treasure in you. And it is very well
that you did not marry him before he sailed, for I am certain that his
influence as a husband would not have been so considerable as it has
proved as a lover. Both he and you are now having plenty of leisure for
thought, and when you come together at the altar you will know exactly
what you are doing.’
In the month of November my little stepsister died of peritonitis. I
offered to nurse her when it reached my ears that she was ill in bed.
Mr. Stanford thanked me; and whilst I nursed her I learned to love
the poor little delicate creature, and my heart reproached me for the
unconquerable coldness I had ever felt towards her when I stooped and
kissed her white face in death and beheld a faint copy of my mother
there. I cannot tell to what degree Mr. Stanford was affected by his
loss; his colourless countenance betrayed but little of what might pass
in his mind. Had I found his grief very great, then the loneliness
of his state would have pleaded, and I might have forced myself into
some show of civility. But there was nothing in his behaviour after
his child’s death to appeal, and we speedily passed again into our
old cold relations of separate existence and fixed dislike of him on
my side as a fellow who had impudently thrust himself into my father’s
place.
The nursing of the poor child, however, together with my grief at her
death and my secret fretting over not hearing from Tom, made me look
ill if I did not feel so. My aunt was concerned and insisted upon my
seeing her medical adviser, who recommended her, spite of its being
winter, to take me to the seaside. It was the month of February--hard,
cold weather. My aunt knew and liked Ramsgate, and proposed that town.
Thither we went and took lodgings in Wellington Crescent, a pleasant
row of buildings immediately overlooking the English Channel.
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