The House on the Moor, v. 1/3Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The House on the Moor, v. 1/3
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fiction
This expression of conviction, made with some heat and anxiety, had a
very different effect from that which Susan intended--it revealed to the
Colonel very plainly that Susan was anything but _quite_ sure of
Horace's sentiment; and, perhaps, Colonel Sutherland's first sensation
thereupon was offence and indignation; and his personal dignity suffered
a momentary mortification, from the idea that he had volunteered a visit
which was welcome to nobody but this little girl. This personal feeling,
however, was but momentary. A deeper pain returned to his heart; he
looked anxiously into Susan's blue eyes to find out, if possible, how
and why this unnatural state of things existed; or, failing that, what
effect upon her the loneliness and the hardness of her life had made.
But there were no mysteries in those eyes of Susan's--her girlish,
undisturbed heart, clouded by a little terror of her father, which took
no deeper form than that of discomfort and uneasiness, gleamed in them
with otherwise unmingled joy and satisfaction. All the natural filial
love hitherto denied her had sprung to life in a moment in Susan's
heart. She looked at her uncle with an affectionate pride, which made
her breast swell and astonished herself. To stand by his side, to feel
her hand held in his kind hand, to know by intuition that there was
interest for all her little affairs, and sympathy for all her unregarded
troubles in this new friend, was a new life to Susan. She felt
encouraged and emboldened without knowing how, as she appropriated,
involuntarily, his affection, his aid, his succour. She kept naming him
over and over within herself, with a secret inexplainable swell of pride
and comfort. Susan had never been disposed before to use the possessive
pronoun in regard to anything more important than pin-cushions and
scissors; and now to say, "My uncle!" was something as new as pleasant.
But notwithstanding that reference to her father curbed her tongue and
brought a shade of restraint over her thoughts in spite of herself; and
Uncle Edward's affectionate questions flagged--he too had something else
to think of--the change was apparent to both; and Susan, for the first
time in her life, moved to exert herself to seek a less unfortunate
subject, immediately remembered that her uncle must want refreshment,
and proposed to call Peggy to bring in his luncheon.
"Suppose we ring," said Colonel Sutherland, putting out his hand with a
smile to the unused bell-rope.
Susan started with terror to prevent him.
"Oh, uncle, we never ring!" she cried, in an alarmed tone.
The sound of that bell tinkling through the house might produce Susan
could not tell what tragedy in the study. She put out her trembling
hand and caught at her uncle's to stop his intended action. When she did
so, to Susan's great surprise the Colonel, dropping the bell, turned
round upon her suddenly, and put his arm round her.
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