The Mysterious Wanderer, Vol. III: A Novel in Three Volumes — John Shaqi
The Mysterious Wanderer, Vol. III: A Novel in Three VolumesReeve, Sophia
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The Mysterious Wanderer, Vol. III: A Novel in Three Volumes
Reeve, Sophia
Fiction
"For a week I was regularly served by him, and in that time, by means of
the closet, learned that the clergyman who was present with Blond at the
reading of the will, had been presented with the Corbet living; though,
as he refused to resign the house where he had long resided, Mrs. Blond
was permitted to remain at the Parsonage, at least till a proper
opportunity should occur of turning her out: likewise, that my mother,
wishing to preserve the character she had ever maintained in the opinion
of the world, immediately granted her request, that Blond, as he had
entreated, might be interred in the same vault with my father.
"This act of complaisance, however, was soon followed by one I little
expected.
"On the death of Sir Horace, my father, regarding the legacy bequeathed
to Blond as far less than he had a right to expect, would have added a
considerable donation to it; but this Blond refused, and was at last,
with difficulty, prevailed on to accept a small but pleasant estate,
which adjoined the Parsonage lands. This, however, from some neglect,
for which I cannot account, but most probably from Blond's unwillingness
to receive it, had never been properly assigned to him; though the rent
was constantly paid to him, and he regarded as the owner.
"This estate, my father, a few months before his decease, informed me he
had, with one more considerable, left in the fullest manner to his
brother. Nevertheless, my mother now reclaimed it and, as no writings
could be produced to prove it Mrs. Blond's, basely wrested from her the
principal means of her subsistence.
"Nor did she longer delay the execution of her devices to make me appear
insane; but one morning came to the door, and gently tapping, called me
by name, entreating to be admitted.
"'Your Ladyship,' I replied, 'has secured the means of entrance at all
times: why then demand it of me?'
"'What does he mean?' I heard her say, in a voice of concern, to her
maid who accompanied her: 'Henry, dear Henry, I conjure you, open the
door!'
"'If you, Madam,' I again answered, 'had intrusted me with the key, I
might have complied with your request: but at present would wish to know
for what offence I am treated as a prisoner.'
"'Heavens! how wildly he talks!' she continued to her companion; and
with greater energy begged and entreated to be admitted: whilst every
answer I could return, was by her artifice regarded as a proof of my
insanity by her servant; who did not fail to exaggerate what she had
heard to her companions; and in a few days it was believed, that I was
actually deranged.
"I learned the success of my mother's plan, by my usual channel of
intelligence; and for the future resolved to persevere in silence; but
it was of no avail; and some months passed, during which it was affirmed
that my confinement was from my own choice.
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