The Railway Man and His ChildrenOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Railway Man and His Children
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Children of the rich -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Forgery -- Fiction; Scotland -- Fiction; Social classes -- Fiction
“She was an innocent, simple creature, Evelyn!”
“She was your wife, James. Don’t go into the house which you have
dreamed of for so long without thinking of her who never lived to be its
mistress.”
Rowland took off his hat. “I had a sore heart to lose my poor Mary,” he
said; “God bless her in Heaven, where she is; but I have got the best
blessing a man can have in Rosmore.”
CHAPTER XXI.
Mrs. Brown did not come to Rosmore, though she received a letter from
Mrs. Rowland which dissolved her at the first moment of reading in tears
and gratitude, but which afterwards she began to fear must have “some
motive,” though it was difficult to imagine what. For why should the
lady be so kind to her? she asked herself. There are a great many good
people in the world, and especially women, who are haunted with this
idea of a “motive,” and cannot shake themselves free of it. Jane was
herself an innocent person enough, acting upon impulse continually. But
all the more was she anxious to investigate the supposed mysterious
meaning and suggestion of self-interest which could have dictated
Evelyn’s kind and simple letter. “I should have wished that you had come
with the children to settle them in their new home, where, of course,
there will always be a room for you, their affectionate guardian, who
have been a mother to them; but at least I hope you will come now, and
that you will approve of all my arrangements for them.” It was difficult
to find anything in this that could be objected to, and Jane wept over
it at first, as has been said; but then her habitual distrust came in.
“What will the woman be wanting with me? It will be to give herself
credit with Jims, and throw a’ the blame on me--but I’ll no fa’ into the
snare,” she said to herself, falling into it instantly, if snare it was.
When Archie appeared in the afternoon to fetch her, she shook her head.
“Na, na, I’m no gaun--no a fit. It’s just some plan for exposing your
poor mammaw’s family, and letting him see we’re no to be evened to
_her_. No, no, I will never set my fit within Rosmore.”
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