The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. II (of II)Lever, Charles
History
The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. II (of II)
Lever, Charles
Ireland -- History -- 1800-1837 -- Fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
another, for the neglect of poor Mary, who was suffered to grow up
without any care of her education, or, indeed, of any attention whatever
bestowed upon her.
“I believe that, in spite of herself, Lady Dorothea visited the
dislike she bore Barry on his daughter. It was a sense of hate from the
consciousness of a wrong,--one of the bitterest sources of enmity!
At all events, she showed her little affection,--no tenderness. Poor
Godfrey did all that his weak and yielding nature would permit to repair
this injustice; his consciousness that to that girl's father he owed
position, fortune, station, everything, was ever rising up in his mind,
and urging him to some generous effort in her behalf. But you knew him;
you knew how a fatal indolence, a shrinking horror of whatever demanded
action or energy overcame all his better nature, and made him as
useless to all the exigencies of life as one whose heart was eaten up by
selfishness.
“The remainder of this sad story is told in very few words. Barry Martin,
from whom for several years before no tidings had been received, came
suddenly back to England. At first it had not been his intention to
revisit Ireland. There was something of magnanimity in the resolve to
stay away. He would not come back to impose upon his brother a renewal
of that lease of gratitude he derived from him; he would rather spare
him the inevitable conflict of feeling which the contrast of his own
affluence with the humble condition of an exile would evoke. Besides, he
was one of those men whom, whatever Nature may have disposed them to be,
the world has so crushed and hardened that they live rather to indulge
strong resentments and stern duties than to gratify warm affections.
Something he had accidentally heard in a coffee-room--the chance mention
by a traveller recently returned from Ireland--about a young lady of
rank and fortune whom he had met hunting her own harriers alone in the
wildest glen of Connemara, decided him to go over there, and, under the
name of Mr. Barry, to visit the scenes of his youth.
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