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
"'Not to establish my rights on a mother's destruction,' I replied:
'though most undoubtedly to do justice to those she has wronged. Oh, my
mother! in mercy, go no farther; nor thus lay up a source of
wretchedness for thy latter years. Life smiles gaily now, the meridian
of a summer's day; but recollect, that night, however late, must still
succeed. Will not my mother's soul then shrink from its glooms, and
dread to meet the record of her actions?'
"'Knowest thou to whom thou art speaking?' she cried, darting a look of
mingled scorn and fear at me.
"'To my mother!' I replied: 'and as such let her for once listen to me
with patience!--You must be conscious, Madam, I am not ignorant of the
measures you have pursued, to obtain the greatest part of my father's
property; neither for what reason you now regard and treat me as an
enemy. Believe me, you injure me, if you imagine that for the sake of
regaining those possessions, I should ever wish to expose you to the
censure of the world. Far from my heart be such a thought! I want not
superfluous wealth; for me the fortune inherited from my forefathers, is
amply sufficient. Freely then enjoy what you have obtained; by me you
shall never be molested. All I ask is the restoration of Blond's
property, and the society of my friends.'
"'Wretches!' she exclaimed. 'You too, I suppose, like your father, would
foster the vagrant Ellenor! But let her, and your friends, as you call
them, beware!'
"'She never injured you, Madam,' I cried; 'and recollect, she is the
sister of the man, to whom you bound yourself by the most solemn ties
before the face of Heaven. For myself I plead not; but as you hope for
mercy hereafter, show it to her and the unhappy Elvyns.'
"'And art thou to prescribe to me?' she contemptuously exclaimed.--'To
your chamber this instant, Sir; I shall not apply to you for guidance:
and, as you value your existence, dare not again to give such licence to
your tongue!--Begone, Sir!'
"I obeyed; taking the key from the door as I passed.
"She instantly followed me, and peremptorily demanded it.
"'Excuse me, Madam,' I replied, 'I cannot yield it. It was given me by
my father; and, as master of this mansion, I have an undoubted right to
retain it.'
"'Master of this mansion!' she franticly repeated. 'Never whilst I
exist.--Thinkest thou I will stoop to acknowledge thy superiority?'
"'Had I not been willing to acknowledge yours, Lady Corbet,' I answered,
'I had not thus long submitted to the restriction you have ordained;
though I do not promise much longer patiently to bear it!'
"She regarded me with a frenzied eye--'Dost thou threaten too?--Severely
shalt thou suffer for this! This instant, Sir, deliver the key.'
"'For God's sake, my mother,' I cried, 'do not thus oppress me: long
have I borne each ill you have inflicted, and nearly without a murmur;
in pity, then, spare me; nor thus add to the sorrows of a heart that is
already nearly broken.'
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