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
“I will not talk of it again—how can I, indeed, when I do not know what
it is?”
He made a gesture of angry disbelief, and begged her to come at once to
the object of her visit.
“Well, then, I wished only at first to say, that whatever be the cause
of this cruel misunderstanding between us, it will pass away. You look
at me in surprise and doubt—but it _will_, Major Clifton—it _will_—it
_must_—there is no truth and reality in it, and it _must_ be temporary.
I have thought it all over, very sadly, but very calmly and clearly, and
I know that it _must_ be transient. My faith bridges over this
impracticable present in our lives, and I see the future, when you will
understand me. I never did anything to offend you in my life. And God,
to whom I have committed our cause, knows my innocence, and in His good
time He will make it plain. It must be so. The promise of the
All-Merciful, the Almighty Father, is pledged to the Right!”
He turned away from her, with a stamp of fierce displeasure. He turned
away from her savagely, because he felt that, had he looked and listened
a moment longer, he should have abjured all his evil thoughts, and
snatched her to his bosom—she was so patient, so hopeful, so beautiful
with truth and love, that he could scarcely resist the impulse to fold
her to his heart—false as he deemed her to be. As it was, he suppressed
the true instinct—obeyed the false suspicion, and turning again sharply
upon her, demanded to know, once for all, to what this new piece of
hypocrisy tended.
“I mean this, Major Clifton—that as our estrangement must needs be
transient—do not, under its influence, let us do, or omit to do,
anything that may hereafter affect, unhappily, our social relations with
others.”
“As——_how_, Mrs. Clifton?”
“_Thus._ The county families have all called upon us. It is high time
that we return their visits, if we mean to keep up the connection.”
“Oh! Ay! Excellently well thought of, Maria Teresa!” he sneered.
With a passing look of distress, she said—
“I only fear that our pleasant intercourse with the neighbors may not be
so easily resumed, if they have reason to suppose that we treat them
with indifference and neglect.”
“Admirably calculated, madam! A contingency has presented itself to your
diplomatic wisdom, that never would have occurred to my simpler mind.
So, you wish to confirm your position, and extend your connection here
in the county! Well! the aristocrats of R——, have certainly taken you up
with a zeal and determination that is surprising. But when they have
once made up their haughty minds to patronize a new comer, it is
wonderful to what length they will go. But you may thank your own fine
diplomatic talents for that!”
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