The International Monthly, Volume 5, No. 4, April, 1852Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 5, No. 4, April, 1852
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
"It matters not! better so than to live on here. Mother, you would have
had no power to detain me in this place but for that rash promise; not
even your wishes should have kept me. I beseech you release me from it."
"Never!"
He almost writhed as she spoke, yet he went on--
"Do not keep me because you fancy I should starve; no man does who has
energy and perseverance. I have a head and hands to labor with, and how
far sweeter were the worst of toil than the bitter bread of charity."
"But do you know," said Lady Randolph almost fiercely, "that I could not
give you the means of buying that bread one day, I am so utterly in Sir
Michael's power. He succeeded in laying hold of me because I was
poverty-stricken beyond what flesh and blood could bear, and now by the
same means he binds me down; he never has relaxed his hold; every thing
is his; I could not command a shilling. These very baubles with which he
loads me are not my own." And she tore the bracelets from her arms and
flung them down. "He calls them family jewels on purpose to keep me to
the veriest trifle in his power.
"Mother, mother," exclaimed Hubert, "do you think, though he placed the
wealth of millions in your hands, that I would not rather perish than
touch it; it is too much already that I have been so long indebted to
him for the roof that shelters me; but I do not fear that I could gain
enough for my own living, if only you will let me go from this Egyptian
bondage."
"Hubert, what is it that has excited you in this manner? I never saw you
so unlike yourself; you are usually so calm and so enduring. Was it your
unfortunate meeting with Sir Michael last night? Was he more than
usually insulting?"
"No, it was not that," said Hubert gently. "I am so used to his bitter
words that I could not feel more pained than I have ever been; but it
matters not that you should be wearied with the detail of all the
thoughts that have made me at this time so desirous to leave Randolph
Abbey; dear mother, let it suffice you that I do implore you to release
me from my promise."
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