The Manoeuvring Mother (vol. 3 of 3)Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady
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The Manoeuvring Mother (vol. 3 of 3)
Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady
English fiction -- 19th century
Sir John Wetheral pressed his unhappy daughter to his bosom, and
promised her rest under his own protection, and in the society of
her friends. He wished her to defer her hapless story till time had
somewhat recruited her strength; she was too weak to proceed in
detailing miseries which must distress and exhaust her powers. He
entreated her, for his sake and her own, to recur no more to the past.
"Let me proceed," cried Lady Ennismore, "and judge me not hardly; judge
me as Penelope judged me, kindly and graciously. I saw little of my
husband--never, in private. Lady Ennismore could have effected any
thing with her son, but she smiled at my repinings, and did not comfort
me. She urged me to be gay, to shake off gloomy thoughts in wild
amusement, and smile as others smiled. She sought Colonel Neville's
society, and domesticated him in our palace. Wherever we went, he went
also; and our home was the home of Neville."
Lady Ennismore sunk upon her knees before her father, and clasped his
hands.
"As I live to breathe again my native air, and see the forms I love,
I do believe she wished me to become the prey of evil passions, and
fall a victim to her arts! I do believe she trusted I might be thrust
for ever from her sight, and become the vile thing which would banish
me eternally from a husband's presence. But I was enabled to withstand
temptation. I prayed for strength to endure my destiny: and, when I
dared not confide in my own efforts--when my heart was distracted, and
my principles tottered, then I knew I should find help at Lidham; for
Penelope told me, in sickness or in sorrow, her home should be my home;
and I have flown to her for safety."
Poor suffering Julia! How she trembled as her father raised her from
her suppliant attitude, and called her his long-suffering, virtuous
child! How gratefully she raised her eyes in silent prayer, when her
father gloried in her principles, and said he loved her with a parent's
deepest affection and pride, for the danger she had so religiously
withstood. Yes, he blessed her for the firmness she had evinced, for
the virtuous conduct which had not deserted her, and for the prayerful
spirit which had led her to seek refuge in her God, instead of throwing
herself into the arms of man. How did a father's blessing soothe the
lacerated heart of the ill-used Julia!
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