The Hundred, and Other StoriesBrownell, Gertrude Hall
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The Hundred, and Other Stories
Brownell, Gertrude Hall
American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, American
How different seemed the old house to Emmie returning! She settled
down in it with the sense of passionate contentment. I can imagine in
a dove restored to the cote after escaping the fowler's snare and the
rage of wintry storms. How shut it was against the cold! how safe from
arrogant men demanding money! Life in it now seemed to her one round
of luxurious pleasures: one could sleep undisturbed, tea and buttered
bread came as regularly as the desire for them; flowers bloomed at
every season on mantel-shelf and table; the grate glowed as if to glow
were no more than a grate's nature. There was undeniably the domestic
tyrant still; but what a mild one by comparison! Aunt Lucretia might
be peremptory and critical and contradictory: to Emmie in these days
she personated a benevolent Providence. It is possible that the lady's
disposition had softened towards her niece: her superior daughters
were removed, and the little widow with her manifold experiences was
unquestionably a person more interesting to have about than the moping
girl of yore.
The two ladies, sitting together with their wools, in undertones talked
over Emmie's married miseries. She was as ready with her confidences as
Aunt Lucretia with her listening ear. There seemed no end to what she
had to tell or the number of times she might relate the same incident
and be heard out with tolerance. She was glad of some one to whom to
unburden her heart of its accumulated grievance; she could not but be a
little glad, too, now it was well over, that so much that was unusual
had happened to her, since it lent her this importance. Aunt Lucretia
gave a great deal of good advice--said what she would have done in
like case; Emmie accepted it with as much humble gratitude as if it
had still been of service. She concurred with all her heart in her
aunt's unqualified condemnation of her first lapse from the respectable
path--her elopement; she declared with perfect sincerity that she was
puzzled to explain how it all happened--certainly before a week had
been over the folly of it had stared her in the face.
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