The Lady of the Isle : $b or, the Island PrincessSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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The Lady of the Isle : $b or, the Island Princess
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
American fiction -- 19th century
In twenty more minutes he had reached the railway station just as the
cars were about to start, and in three hours he was at Hyde Hall and
standing in the presence of Estelle!—she looking so beautiful and happy!
With the old chivalric enthusiasm of devotion, he dropped, at once, upon
his knee, and raised her hand to his lips, saying—
“For four years I have hoped and waited for one word from you, and at
last, beloved, you have written—‘Come,’ and I am at your feet, as I
said, with an unchanged heart!”
“But I,” she said, deeply blushing, while she held both hands to raise
him—“I, my Lord, have not an unchanged heart! for longer than four years
I have loved you more than woman’s tongue may tell—and never more, than
at the hour in which we bade farewell, as I thought, forever!”
“I know it, beloved! I knew it _then_! knew it _always_! I never doubted
it! Could I be deceived in the dear heart of the woman I loved! No! and
that was the secret of my patience!” he replied, taking his seat on the
sofa by her side.
“And yet you never inquired, and do not even now inquire, why, without
explanation and without hope, I sent you from my presence, and why now,
without apparent reason, I summon you back!” she said, as a shade of the
old sadness fell upon her beautiful face.
“Your motives, dearest, were, and are your own. Not until your spirit
move you to do so, shall you give them to me! I have full confidence in
you, beautiful Stella!”
“_Confidence! oh my God?_” she exclaimed in a low, deep, thrilling tone.
“Why, what is the matter, dearest?”
She looked up suddenly, a smile of worshiping love, breaking like
sunlight over her dark face, and said—
“Nothing, nothing my lord! but that all your thoughts and feelings are
so elevated beyond your poor Estelle’s! And yet she would almost choose
it so! for could she be an angel, she would wish you to be something far
higher—a god!”
“Sweet enthusiast! moderate your aspirations, or the world and its
people will disappoint you! Be not an idolater; worship only God, my
Stella.”
Such was their meeting!
Yet, occasionally, throughout the interview, a sudden shadow like the
recurrence of a painful thought, would fall upon her bright face and
then pass as it came.
They were engaged, and within a few days the marriage was announced to
take place on the first of May.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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