The Forlorn Hope: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 2)Yates, Edmund
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The Forlorn Hope: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 2)
Yates, Edmund
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These thoughts were constantly present to him; he found it impossible
to shake them off; in the few minutes' interval between the exit of
one patient and the entrance of another, in his driving from house to
house, his mind instantly gave up the case with which it had recently
been occupied, and turned back to the dead woman. He would sit,
apparently looking vacantly before him, but in reality trying to
recall the looks, words, ways of his dead wife. He tried--O, how
hard!--to recall one look of content, of happiness, of thorough trust
and love; but he tried in vain. A general expression of quiet
suffering, which had become calm through continuance, varied by an
occasional glance of querulous impatience when he might have been
betrayed into dilating on the importance of some case in which
he happened to be engaged and the interest with which it filled
him,--these were his only recollections of Mabel's looks. Nor did his
remembrance of her words and ways afford him any more comfort. True
she had never said, certainly had never said to him, that her life was
anything but a happy one; but she had looked it often. Even he felt
that now, reading her looks by the light of memory, and wondered that
the truth had never struck him at the time. He remembered how he would
look up off his work and see her, her hands lying listlessly in her
lap, her eyes staring vacantly before, so entranced, so rapt in her
own thoughts, that she would start violently when he spoke to her. She
always had the same answer for his questions at those times. What
was the matter with her? Nothing! What should be the matter with
her?--What was she thinking of? Nothing, at least nothing that could
possibly interest him. Did her presence there annoy him, because she
would go away willingly if it did? And the voice in which this was
said--the cold, hard, dry, unsympathising voice! Good God! if he had
not been sufficiently mindful of her, if he had not bestowed such
attention and affection as is due from a husband to his wife, surely
there was some small excuse for him in the manner in which his clumsy
approaches had been received!
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