The Last of the Mortimers: A Story in Two VoicesOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Last of the Mortimers: A Story in Two Voices
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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“If they stay long I daresay he’ll learn English,” I suggested modestly;
“but it will be a sad pity if the poor gentleman has come so far to seek
out this lady, and can’t find any trace of her. I promised him to do all
I could to find out for him; but nobody seems ever to have heard of her.
It will be a thousand pities if he has all his trouble for no end.”
“Ah, Miss Milly! let us hope he may acquire something else that will far
more than repay him,” said Miss Kate; “disappointments are often great
blessings in directing one’s mind away from worldly things. We were all
very much interested in him, I assure you. Mr. Hubert promised to write
to a friend of his in Chester to ask if he could give him any
assistance. If it were only for the sake of that strange
resemblance,--the Doctor would tell you, of course, the resemblance
which struck both him and myself?”
“No,” cried I; “did you find out anybody he was like? I only saw him in
the dark, and could not make out his face; but his voice has haunted me
ever since. I was sure I knew the voice.”
“I wonder the Doctor did not mention it,” said Miss Kate, with a little
importance. “The truth is, it struck us both a good deal; a resemblance
to your family, Miss Milly.”
I don’t know whether I was most disposed to sink down upon my chair or
start up from it with a cry; I did neither, however.
“To _my_ family?” I gasped out.
“Yes; it was very singular,” said Miss Kate; “I daresay, of course, it
was only one of those accidental likenesses. I remember being once
thought very like your sister. How strange you should think you knew his
voice! You have some relations in Italy, perhaps?”
“Not that I know of,” said I, feeling very faint. I cannot tell what I
was afraid of; but I felt myself trembling and shaken; and I durst not
get up and go out either, or Miss Kate would have had it all over the
parish before night, that something had gone wrong at the Park.
But I don’t remember another word she said. I kept my seat, and answered
her till I thought I might reasonably be supposed to have stayed long
enough. Then I left the rectory, my mind in the strangest agitation.
That this stranger, who had driven Sarah half mad, should be like our
family; what a bewildering, extraordinary thing to think of! But
stranger still, at this moment, when I had just heard such a wonderful
aggravation of my perplexity--that voice of his which had haunted me so
long, and which I felt sure I could identify at once, if the person it
once belonged to was named to me, vanished entirely from my mind as if
by some conjuring trick. It was extraordinary--it looked almost
supernatural. I could no more recall that tone, which I had recalled
with perfect freshness and ease when I entered the rectory garden, than
I could clear up the extraordinary puzzle thus gathering closer and
closer round all my thoughts.
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