The Primrose Path: A Chapter in the Annals of the Kingdom of FifeOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Primrose Path: A Chapter in the Annals of the Kingdom of Fife
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fife (Scotland) -- Fiction
This gave her strength to stir a little, to move from the warm shelter
in which she found herself. But he kept her close to him with a gentle
pressure of his arm.
“Yes, let us hope,” he said; “he is not so old, and he is not very ill.
You told me he was not suffering--”
“No--he ought to know better than they do; he said he was not ill. Oh,
I do not think it can be so bad,” said Margaret, raising herself up,
“and you--don’t think so, Mr. Glen?”
“Do you call me Mr. Glen _still_?” he said, with his lips close to
her ear. “Oh, my darling, don’t tempt me to wish harm to Sir Ludovic.
If I may only comfort you when you are in trouble--if I am to be
nothing to you when you are happy--”
“Oh!” said Margaret, with a deep sigh, “do you think I am happy yet? I
am not quite so wretched, perhaps; but I shall never be happy till papa
is out of danger, till he is well again, sitting in his chair with his
books. Oh, you do not say anything now! You think that will never be--”
“And I working at my drawing,” he said. He did not want to deceive
her, and his voice was husky; but he could not do other than humor
her, whatever shape her fancy might take. “I finishing my drawing,
and making it more like him; and my sweet Margaret sitting by me, not
trying to escape from me: and her kind father giving us his blessing--”
“Oh,” Margaret cried, starting away from him, “it is quite dark, it is
quite late, Mr. Glen.”
“Yes, darling,” he said, rising reluctantly, “I must take you in now;
it is too cold and too late for you, though it has been better than the
brightest day to me.”
“I thought you were sorry for me,” said Margaret. “I thought you were
unhappy too. Oh, were you only glad because I was in trouble, Mr. Glen?”
There was a poignant tone of pain in the question which encouraged Rob.
He caught her hand in his, and drew it through his arm and held her
fast.
“You don’t know,” he said, “because you are so young, and love is new
to you. You don’t know that a man can be happy in his worst misery if
it brings him close, close to the girl he loves.”
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