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
"Then I may tell you, Hester, plainly, that it would give me pleasure to
see you 'settled,' as people call it--to see you married and in your own
house, before I am removed from mine. Circumstances," said my father,
slowly, "have made me a harsh judge of those romantic matters that
belong to youth. I am not sure that it would much delight me to suppose
my daughter the heroine of a passionate love-story. Will you consent to
obey me, Hester, in an important matter as readily as in the trifling
ones of your childhood? I have no proposal to make to you. I only desire
your promise to set my mind at ease, and obey me when I have."
My face burned, my head throbbed, my heart leaped to my throat. Shame,
pride, embarrassment, and the deeper, desolate fear of what was to
happen to my father, contended within me. I could not give an assent to
this strange request. I could not say in so many words that I gave up
utterly to him the only veto a woman has upon the fashion of her life.
Yet I could not refuse to do what, under these circumstances, he asked
of me. I made him no answer. I clasped my hands tightly over my brow,
where the veins seemed full to bursting. For an instant I felt, with a
shudder, what a grand future that was, full of all joyous possibilities,
which I was called upon to surrender. I had thought to myself often that
my prospects were neither bright nor encouraging; at this moment I saw,
by a sudden light, what a glorious uncertainty these prospects were, and
how I clung to them. They were nothing, yet the promise of everything
was in them; and my father asked me to give them up--to relinquish all
that might be. It was a great trial; and I could not answer him a word.
"You do not speak, Hester," he said. "Have you no reply, then, to my
question?"
"I want no protector, father," I cried, almost with sullenness. "If I
must be left desolate, let me be desolate. Do not mock me with false
succor. I want no home. Let Alice take care of me. I will not want very
much. Alice is fond of me, though I do not deserve it. Let her take care
of me till I die."
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