The deserted wifeSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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The deserted wife
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
American fiction -- 19th century; Maryland -- Fiction
“Sophie,” said the old man, “I have to ask your forgiveness, child. I
have sadly neglected my duty as your pastor. I should have seen that you
were comfortably provided for. Do you forgive me, child?” said he,
passing his arm around her waist, and drawing her up to him.
Sophie looked at her pastor with embarrassed surprise, and blushed up to
her eyes. It seemed to her such an inversion of all order for her
venerated pastor to ask _her_ forgiveness. She only raised his hand to
her lips in silent reverence, then stood before him waiting his further
communication.
He passed his hand once or twice across his brow, and looked at Emily
with imploring embarrassment; but Emily could not or would not come to
his assistance, when he said,—
“Sophie Churchill, my dear, it is neither proper for you to live in this
ruined old house in this sterile heath, nor is it christian in me to
permit it. And now you say that people have been speaking ill of you—and
you tell me this, without excitement, as though it were the most natural
thing in the world, and you tell me that in consequence you are quite
neglected, without resentment, as though it were the justest fate on
earth. This must not go on so—Sophie, will you come and live with us? I
do not ask you in any way to become dependent upon me, for, alas! I know
too well the unconquerable pride of the Churchills of Heath Hall!” and
he smiled with a half reproving, half caressing air. “This property
well-managed is quite enough to support you and your little charge very
handsomely. But _you_ cannot manage it! Now, Miss Churchill, what I wish
is, to unite the little families of Heath Hall and Grove Cottage. You
and Hagar shall come and live with us at Grove Cottage nine months in
the year. I will repair and re-furnish a part of this old Hall, and we
will all come down here for sea-bathing during the three summer months.
I will also beg the privilege of catching fish, crabs, and oysters from
your fishing landing here—and of shooting wild fowl on your moor. I will
take upon myself the collection of all your out-standing debts, paying
them into your own hands. Come, Miss Churchill! what say you to this
plan of uniting our families? Though just now, for the first time,
proposed to Emily—the project is very near to her heart. She needs a
companion near her own age and of her own sex, and will be delighted to
have you with her, especially as she can then have a ‘little girl to
dress and fix,’” said he smiling—
“Oh! did _you_ hear that?” laughed Emily.
“Yes, my darling! I heard _that_. Well, Sophie,” he said, turning
anxiously to Miss Churchill.
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