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
“Kate, write two notes, one to Mrs. Georgia Clifton, and one to your
brother Carl, asking each of them to come here this evening to witness a
deed—or rather _two of them_, my dear Kate—the signing of my last will
and testament, and the solemnization of your marriage—for both must be
hastened, Kate. My dear child, take your pen and write at once.”
Deeply troubled, extremely agitated, yet struggling to govern her
feelings, Catherine found the writing materials and penned the two
notes; but when she had finished them, in the abstraction of her great
grief, she misdirected them—and sent the note intended for Mrs. Georgia
to Carl Kavanagh, and that intended for Carl to Mrs. Georgia. When she
had dispatched these notes by different messengers, and returned to the
parlor, Mrs. Clifton said—
“Call Henny, my dear Kate, and let her assist you in getting me up
stairs. It has come at last, Kate.”
Almost dismayed by sorrow, Catherine rung the bell that brought the
servants into the room. And between them they raised the lady to her
feet. Mrs. Clifton took a long look around the room, as though she were
taking a last leave of every dear familiar object in it; and then
suffered herself to be supported up to her chamber.
* * * * *
Mrs. Georgia Clifton was pacing her chamber floor, in all the
distraction of excited evil passions, racking her brain for an expedient
to ruin her rival and break off the impending marriage, when the
“spirits that tend on mortal thoughts,” furnished her with one. A
messenger entered and handed her a sealed envelope, directed in the
hand-writing of Catherine Kavanagh. She opened it in surprise,
curiosity, and even in some degree of vague, guilty fear, and found
within the misdirected note of Kate to Carl. It read simply as follows:
“DEAR CARL:—
“Mrs. Clifton is almost dying. She says you must come to the house
this afternoon, at four o’clock, to meet a lawyer and a clergyman, and
with Mrs. Georgia Clifton, to witness the signing of her last will,
and also my marriage. Do not keep her waiting.
“CATHERINE.”
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