The Haunted Homestead: A NovelSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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The Haunted Homestead: A Novel
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
Fiction
It came up very rapidly, and my heart beat thick and
fast, as if it would suffocate me. I could not help it, Valley! When the
carriage stopped, my master got out first, and handed out a lady, and
led her up the stairs. And while the whole scene was swimming before me,
he said to the lady, 'This is your maid, madam'; and to me, 'Phædra,
attend your mistress.' I had no business to faint, I know, because I was
only master's poor housekeeper, and I might have expected this thing
that had happened; but it came so suddenly, so unexpectedly, and my
heart had been beating so high only the minute before, that I could not
help it. One single glimpse of her great, black eyes, and the sight left
mine, and I fell, like a tree. You see this scar upon my forehead; it
was where my head struck the sharp edge of the stone step, when I fell
down. When I came to myself, I was in old Dinah's cabin. You were there,
too. I was very stupid from the blow I had received in falling, and
could not more than half understand old Dinah's mumbled consolations.
And I was almost as stupid the next morning, when my master paid me a
visit, and stood there, and advised me not to be a fool, and asked me
what I had expected--and told me that I had behaved very badly, very
badly indeed; that he had hoped I had had more sense, and more regard
for his comfort; but that I had acted abominably--I had spoiled his
domestic peace for he did not know how long. That I had given madam such
a shock on her first arrival, too, that he did not believe she could
ever endure to look upon my face again; that she was in strong hysterics
now; that I ought to have had more consideration for him, than to have
brought him into so much trouble. But that women are a great curse,
anyhow, with their abominable selfishness and jealousy----"
"Stop, stop, mother!" gasped the boy, "I shall go mad, if you tell me
more."
She raised her eyes and looked at him and grew frightened at his looks.
His face was gray, and his features haggard, with the struggle in his
bosom. His hand clutched his breast as if to grapple with some hidden
demon there.
After awhile, Phædra resumed, softly and quietly:
"Hush! he was not naturally cruel. I never knew him to do a cruel thing
wantonly or knowingly. But many people do not understand or make
allowance for others who have naturally more tender hearts than theirs.
He did not know how I felt----"
"Mother! mother! for Heaven's sake!"
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