Frontier and pioneer life -- Southern States -- Fiction; Love stories; Mountain people -- Southern States -- Fiction
"I'm sorry mother--never mind. We're nearly there and I have something I
must say to you before I leave you to end this discussion forever. There
are two kinds of men in this world,--one sort is made by his
circumstances, and the other makes his circumstances. You would respect
your son more if he belonged to the first variety, but I tell you no. I
will make my own conditions. Before all else, I am a man. My lordship
was thrust upon me. Don't interrupt, I beg. I know all you would say,
but you do not know all I would say-- My birth gave it to me certainly,
but a cruel and bloody war was the means by which it came to me. Very
well. I will take it and the responsibility which it entails; but the
cruelty that brought me my title is ended and in no form shall it be
continued, social or otherwise. I hold to the rights of my manhood. I
will bring to England whom I please as my wife, and my world shall
recognize her, and you will receive her because I bring her, and because
she will stand head and soul above any one you have here to propose for
me. Here we are, mother dear. One kiss? Thank you, thank you. Postpone
Laura's coming out until--I return--which will be--when--you know."
He leaped from the carriage before it had time to halt, and ran, but
alas! baffled and enraged at his ill success, he stood on the platform
and watched the train pull out. It was only a slow local puffing away
there.
"Liverpool express left five minutes ago, my lord," said the guard.
His mother leaned out, watching him with sad, yet eager eyes, satisfied
that it should be so. He might return now, and there was by no means an
end to her opposition.
CHAPTER XXXII
IN WHICH CASSANDRA BRINGS THE HEIR OF DANESHEAD CASTLE BACK TO HER
HILLTOP, AND THE SHADOW LIFTS
"Cassandry Merlin, whar did you drap from?" cried the Widow Farwell, as
she looked up from the supper she was preparing at the great fireplace,
and saw her daughter in the doorway with her baby. Her old face radiated
light and warmth and love as she took them both in her arms. "Whar's
David?"
Cassandra smiled wearily, returning her mother's kiss and yielding her
the baby. "You'll have to be satisfied with me and little son, mother.
David was still in Africa, so I came home again." She spoke as if a trip
to England were a casual little matter, and this was all the explanation
she gave that night. "I got the hotel carriage to bring me up from the
station."
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