The Days of My Life: An AutobiographyOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Days of My Life: An Autobiography
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret), 1828-1897
We had arranged to stop at a little town where we were quite unknown,
and where we were sure to be able to get a chaise to Cottiswoode; I do
not think half-a-dozen words passed between us while we dashed along
through this peaceful country at express speed; baby slept nearly all
the way, the motion overpowered him, and I was very thankful that he
made so little claim upon my attention; when he did wake up we were
nearly at the station, and Alice took him and held him up at the window.
When he was out of my arms, I bowed down my head into my hands and
cried, and tried to pray; how my heart was beating! I scarcely saw
anything about me, and the din of opening and shutting the carriage
doors, the porter shrieking the name of the station, and the bustle of
alighting, came to me like sounds in a dream. I stirred myself
mechanically and gathered up our parcels, while Alice carefully
descended from the carriage bearing baby in her arms. Alice, with
careful forethought, considered my dignity in this matter, and for
myself I was not displeased at this moment to be relieved from the
charge of my child.
How pretty he looked, holding up his sweet little face, looking round
him with those bright eyes of his!--even in my pre-occupation I heard
passing countrywomen point him out to each other; my heart swelled when
I thought of taking him home, and placing him in his father's arms.
Alas, alas! that father, how would he look at me?
We had come to a very small town, scarcely more than a village, save for
one good inn in it; it had once been on the high-road to London, but the
railway had made sad failure of its pretensions. Here, however, we did
not find it difficult to get a post-chaise, and I made Alice take some
refreshments while we waited for it; I could not take anything myself; I
could not rest nor sit still; I took baby in my arms, and paced about
the long, large, deserted room we were waiting in. Alice did not say
anything to me, and as soon as she could, she got little Harry from me
again; I was very impatient; I could not understand why they took so
long to get ready. It was now nearly two o'clock, but they told me they
could drive in two hours to Cottiswoode.
At last we set off. I gave up baby entirely to Alice; I sat with my hand
upon the open window looking intently out; I do not think I changed my
position once during that entire two hours. My eyes devoured the way as
we drove on; my sole impulse all the time was, to watch how fast we
went, to see how we drew nearer step by step and mile by mile, my own
country! I leant out my head once and drew in a long breath of that
wide, free air, coming full and fresh upon us from the far horizon. It
seemed to be years instead of months since I had last been here.
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