The Impending Sword: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 3)Yates, Edmund
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The Impending Sword: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 3)
Yates, Edmund
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'I love to hear you talk like this,' said he, putting his arm around
her as she pillowed her head on his broad chest and looked up with
soft entreaty into his face. 'It shows you to me as what I have always
known you to be, the most affectionate and most trusting of God's
creatures. But though I would give my life to save you a pang, what
you now ask me is an impossibility. If I had had any idea that you
would have taken my going away so much to heart, I would have
endeavoured, though it would have been difficult, to send some one
else in my place. At this late hour, however, it is impossible to make
any such substitution, and it is imperative that I should go in
person; not merely to look after my own business, but after very large
interests of others, which have been staked on a guarantee that I
would attend to them. Helen, darling, when you say that my inordinate
ambition to be rich and my worship of money are greater than my love
for you, you talk foolishly, and you know it. To part from you will
half break my heart. I would willingly surrender all the profits,
large though we expect them to be, of this projected undertaking, if
by so doing I could remain with you; but I could not do so without a
sacrifice of honour and credit; and, utterly unbusinesslike as you
are, you know the meaning of those two words and the value which is
necessarily attached to them. Do you understand me, child?'
'Yes,' she said, wiping the traces of tears from her face and looking
up at him almost calmly, 'I understand all you say, and I see there is
nothing for me to do but to acquiesce in the arrangement. Only
understand one thing, Alston; this protest of mine against your
leaving me is not the mere pettish fancy of a woman who hates to be
alone, or who is possessed by any absurd jealousy as to what may be
her husband's proceedings during his absence--you and I understand
each other too well for any nonsense of that sort; but I hate you
going away on this voyage, Alston. I have had a presentiment about it
which nothing can dispel, though which I should find impossible to
explain. However, it is useless saying any more about it; only promise
me one thing, that you will never undertake such a voyage again.'
'I promise; that is to say, I promise never to sail again for Europe
unless you go with me. O, you need not purse your little mouth up in
that manner! Charley Vanderlip tells me that his friend Dillon, who
has just returned from the other side, vows that Europe is the only
place in the world fit to live in.'
'Then Mr. Dillon is a--never mind; I will say not a good American
citizen,' said Helen, tossing her head. 'Do you know what o'clock it
is, Alston?'
'Late enough,' said Alston, looking at his watch; 'but I have some
work to do in the library before I can think of rest.'
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