The Monctons: A Novel. Volume 1 (of 2)Moodie, Susanna
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The Monctons: A Novel. Volume 1 (of 2)
Moodie, Susanna
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"Geoffrey, it is of no consequence to me what your opinion may be on
the subject; I am master of my own actions, and please myself as to
whom I retain or employ. Clear up that scowling brow, and be very
thankful to obtain a handsome salary for services which I can command
without remuneration."
The loss of my friend, my only friend, was a dreadful blow. I was too
much overcome to thank my uncle for his offer, and left the room.
I had been so little accustomed to think for myself, that I relied upon
George as my counsellor in all matters of importance. Besides, I had an
idea that he could throw some light upon the mysterious events of the
night, and I was anxious to unburden to him the important secret.
Having to obtain the signature of a gentleman who resided in Fleet
Street, to some legal documents, and knowing that Harrison lodged in
the same street, I snatched up my hat and sallied forth, determined to
consult him with regard to the change in my prospects, as I felt
certain, that some sinister motive was concealed beneath my uncle's
unlooked-for condescension.
I was again doomed to disappointment. On reaching Harrison's lodgings,
I learned that he had left town that morning, for a visit of some weeks
into the country, but to what part his landlady did not know. At
parting, he told her she might let his rooms until he gave her notice
of his return.
"Gone! without seeing or writing one line to inform me of his
departure. That is not like his general conduct," I muttered, as I
turned from the door.
With a heavy heart, I sauntered on, almost unconscious of the path I
had taken, until I found myself entangled among the crowds which
thronged Oxford Street.
A scream, echoed by several voices from the crowd, "that the lady would
be crushed to death!" startled me from my unprofitable musings; and
following the direction of the general gaze, I saw that a young female,
in attempting to cross the street, had just fallen between the horses
of two carriages advancing in opposite directions.
It was but the impulse of the moment to dash across the intervening
space, and hinder the young lady from being trampled to death beneath
the horses' hoofs. She fortunately was unconscious of her danger, and
could not by useless screams and struggles frighten the horses, and
frustrate my endeavours to save her.
The coachmen belonging to the vehicles, succeeded in stopping the
horses, and I bore my insensible burden through the crowd to an
apothecary's shop, which happened to be near at hand. The gentleman in
attendance hastened to my assistance. We placed the young lady in a
chair, and he told me to remove her bonnet, while he applied
restoratives to her wrists and temples.
She was exceedingly fair; her rich, black, velvet pelisse, setting off
to great advantage the dazzling whiteness of her skin, and the rich
colouring of her sunny brown hair.
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