The curse of Clifton : $b or, the widowed brideSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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The curse of Clifton : $b or, the widowed bride
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
American fiction -- 19th century; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
The brother and sister soon returned. Carl sat down and begun his best
efforts at entertainment. But Frank, who amused himself by seeing
everything, saw Kate go up stairs into the loft and bring down and carry
out his own and his friend’s regimentals.
After which she came in, and drawing a stool to the table, sat down and
began to knit, as quietly, as silently, as if no strangers were in her
hut.
Carl took down and laid upon the table a rough draught board, and
invited his guests to play with each other.
Frank eagerly caught at the opportunity, but Captain Clifton declined,
on the plea of distaste to the amusement.
“Play with me, my dear fellow, for pity sake,” said Frank to Carl, “and
don’t mind my friend there! You see, he doesn’t want to play, neither
does he want to talk, nor to do anything but sit and think about Miss
Clifton.”
“Do play with him, and keep him quiet, if you can, my good youth,” said
Captain Clifton, turning his chair slightly aside from the table, so
that his face was in the shade. Opposite to him, at the other corner of
the table, sat Katherine, with the light shining full upon her face and
head, as she bowed it over her work. Captain Clifton did not fall into a
brown study, he fell into a study of the brown girl. Let no one presume
to misinterpret him. It was not likely that a man of twenty-five should
fall in love with a girl of fourteen. Dotards do such things, not men.
Then it was utterly preposterous to suppose that Archer Clifton, of
Clifton, Captain in the —— Regiment of Cavalry, the fastidious amateur
in female beauty, should be smitten with a hard-featured, sun-burned
girl, in a coarse, homespun frock, that the all-accomplished scholar
should be charmed with the little ignoramus; that the arrogant
conservative of rank should condescend to a low-born mountaineer; or
that the expectant bridegroom of the beautiful and haughty Carolyn
Clifton, of Clifton, should wish to marry a girl who united all these
repulsive qualities of ignorance, ruggedness, and low birth. Yet if he
could have looked only two short years into the future!
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