The Kentuckian in New-York; or, The Adventures of Three Southerns. Volume 1 (of 2) — John Shaqi
The Kentuckian in New-York; or, The Adventures of Three Southerns. Volume 1 (of 2)Caruthers, William Alexander
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The Kentuckian in New-York; or, The Adventures of Three Southerns. Volume 1 (of 2)
Caruthers, William Alexander
Adventure stories; City and town life -- New York (State) -- New York -- Fiction
"One question you can, and I am sure you will, answer me.
"Could a devoted friend, with a cool head and a resolute hand, effect
nothing in freeing you from this persecution?"
"I will answer you, sir, most plainly. You misunderstand my allusions,
in the first place; for I am not persecuted now, nor can I say that I
have been. It may seem enigmatical to you, but it is all that I can in
prudence say. There is no person on this side of the grave who can
relieve me from the cause of those emotions which you have unhappily
witnessed; nay, more! if those persons were to rise from the dead, who
were, unfortunately for themselves and for me, the cause of my painful
situation, my condition would be incomparably worse than it is now."
"Painful, indeed, must those circumstances be, and incomprehensible to
me, which seem to have been produced by the death of some one; and yet,
if that person should rise from the dead, you would be more miserable
than ever," said Chevillere.
During the latter part of this speech, the lady, as was often her
custom, pressed her handkerchief to her face, as if she would by
mechanical pressure drive off disagreeable images from the mind; and
then said, "Now, sir, let us drop this subject."
"One more question, and then I have done; and believe me, it is not idly
asked. Were the circumstances you spoke of developed so recently as your
visit to the Virginia springs?"
"Oh! by no means, sir; the untoward circumstance there that I spoke of,
was the frequent and unexpected presence of one who forcibly reminded me
of all the painful particulars; and what made it so much worse was, that
wherever I moved, he moved; he followed the same route round the
watering-places, and seemed purposely to throw himself in my way; and
even now I dread every moment to encounter him; and the more so, as I
have heard lately that his mind is unsettled. Poor gentleman, I pity
him."
By this time they had arrived in a part of the city from which
Washington's monument could be seen, elevating its majestic column above
a magnificent grove of trees.
"Suppose we extend our walk," said the gentleman, "to yonder beautiful
grove."
To this the lady readily assented. They found rude seats, constructed
perhaps by some romantic swain; or by some country-bred youths, who came
there, after the toils of the day, to refresh themselves with the pure
and invigorating breezes which sweep the green, fresh from their dear
and longed-for homes. Here they seated themselves, to enjoy this
delightful mixture of town and country.
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