The Gipsy: A Tale (Vols I & II)James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Gipsy: A Tale (Vols I & II)
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Romanies -- Fiction
But all Marian's reserve was now gone, and the long-restrained
feelings of her heart flowed forth all together. "Nay, nay, Edward,"
she said, again seating herself on the sofa, without, however,
withdrawing the small soft hand he held in his; "nay, nay, Edward,
have I not enough for us both? enough to give us every comfort? Nay,
every luxury that we ought to have we shall still possess; and why
need we wish for more? Do you think that the coach-and-six, and the
golden-coated coachman, and the three lackeys on the footboard ever
entered into my calculations of happiness?"
"No; but, dearest Marian," he replied, "it is only painful to me to
think that I bring nothing to unite to your property. Your large
fortune renders it only the more necessary that I should have one
too--"
"Hush, hush, hush!" cried Marian, eagerly: but still he went on: "I
have to owe you every thing, Marian; love, and happiness, and rank,
and station, and fortune too."
"And will you, Edward, _you_ talk so proudly to Marian de Vaux?" she
exclaimed. "Will you be too haughty to enjoy all the blessings that we
possess, because it is Marian that gives them? Is not that which is
mine yours? Has it not been so since we were children? Do not distress
me, Edward, by one thought of such a kind. Indeed, I shall think you
do not love me--that you are going to refuse my offered hand."
"Oh, Marian, Marian!" he cried, kissing it a thousand times, while
something very bright, and not unlike a tear, glittered in his eye. "I
would not lose it for a thousand worlds! Distress you! dearest girl! I
grieve to have distressed you for a moment; but I felt myself bound to
tell you all."
"Oh, that does not distress me at all," replied Marian; "the only
thing that could distress me would be to see you grieve, or to think
that you should make a difference, even in thought, between what is
yours and what is mine. I declare, Edward, I never knew what it was to
feel glad of a large fortune before; but now I am thankful, not only
for what my mother left me, but for every shilling that my good old
granduncle and guardian has scraped together for me, by his economy
thereof. Three thousand a year, Edward--consider, we shall be as rich
as princes; and if it had not been for that, this misfortune might
have obliged us to wait on for many a year, till you had made a
fortune in India, and very likely have lost your health, which no
fortune could have compensated."
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