The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. II (of II)Lever, Charles
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The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. II (of II)
Lever, Charles
Ireland -- History -- 1800-1837 -- Fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
“If you'll send any one with me through the house, Miss Martin,” began
Magennis, in a tone of much subdued meaning--“No, sir,” broke she
in--“no, sir, I'll give no such order. You have already had my solemn
word of honor, assuring you that there was not any one concealed
here. The same incredulous disrespect you have shown to my word would
accompany whatever direction I gave to my servants. Go wherever you
please; for the time you are the master here. Mark me, sir,” said she,
as, half crestfallen and in evident shame, he was about to move from
the room--“mark me, sir, if I feel sorry that one who calls himself
a gentleman should dishonor his station by discrediting the word, the
plighted word, of a lady, yet I can forgive much to him whose feelings
are under the impulse of passion. But how shall I speak my contempt
for _you_,”--and she turned a withering look of scorn on the men who
followed him,--“for you, who have dared to come here to insult me,--I,
that if you had the least spark of honest manhood in your natures, you
had died rather than have offended? Is this your requital for the part I
have borne amongst you? Is it thus that you repay the devotion by which
I have squandered all that I possessed, and would have given my life,
too, for you and yours? Is it thus, think you, that your mothers and
wives and sisters would requite me? Or will they welcome you back from
your day's work, and say, Bravely done? You have insulted a lone girl in
her home, outraged the roof whence she never issued save to serve you,
and taught her to believe that the taunts your enemies cast upon you,
and which she once took as personal affronts to herself, that they are
just and true, and as less than you merited. Go back, men,” added she,
in a voice trembling with emotion,--“go back, while it is time. Go back
in shame, and let me never know who has dared to offer me this insult!”
And she hid her face between her hands, and bent down her head upon her
lap. For several minutes she remained thus, overwhelmed and absorbed by
intensely painful emotion, and when she lifted up her head, and looked
around, they were gone! A solemn silence reigned on every side; not a
word, nor a footfall, could be heard. She rushed to the window just in
time to see a number of men slowly entering the wood, amidst whom she
recognized Magennis, leading his horse by the bridle, and following the
others, with bent-down head and sorrowful mien.
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