The Rangers; or, The Tory's Daughter: A Tale Illustrative of the Revolutionary History of Vermont and the Northern Campaign of 1777Thompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
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The Rangers; or, The Tory's Daughter: A Tale Illustrative of the Revolutionary History of Vermont and the Northern Campaign of 1777
Thompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
Vermont -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
“If the instrument, which I have somewhere about me, I believe,” replied
the other, with his usual cold indifference, as he took the document
from his pocket, and began, with a businesslike air, to glance over the
contents--“if the instrument does not express, or rather if it is not
admitted to presuppose and give me, any of the rights I have named
till it is consummated, then it is time that I should insist on its
consummation, which, as few others would have done, I have so long
forborne to urge.”
“I perfectly agree with Colonel Peters,” interposed Mr. Haviland,
catching at the last suggestion in his growing alarm for the success
of his favorite scheme, which the unexpected state of feeling here
displayed taught him might be endangered, if not speedily consummated.
“I perfectly agree with him, that this business has already been
sufficiently delayed; and I think, as the family is now about to break
up, that the final ceremony had better be performed before we go, or,
at the farthest, when we reach the army, where, as Sabrey would perhaps
prefer, it might take place at the same time as that of her friend, who
is similarly situated.”
“You forget,” said the maiden, now freshly aroused at this combined
attempt to make her forego her last remaining privilege in the abhorrent
negotiation--“you both forget that the very instrument, by which you
claim to dispose of my hand, expressly leaves to me, and to me only,
the right and privilege of deciding upon the time for that ceremony,
by which you would now, it seems, so summarily consummate your unmanly
scheme. And thank Heaven!” she continued, turning to the nonplused
suitor with an air of decision and fearlessness which the excitement
of insulted feeling could only have given her--“thank Heaven, I had the
forethought to insist on a privilege now so precious to me; for let me
assure you, sir, that distant will be the day when _I_ shall fix on a
time for consummating a contract, wrung from girlish inexperience, to
gratify selfish ambition or mistaken views in the first place, and now
claimed to hold me like a sold article of merchandise, for the use and
control of one whose feelings, principles, and whole character are every
way uncongenial with my own.”
“What!--how!” exclaimed the irritated and evidently astonished Haviland,
who, in his obtuseness, even now, could not perceive what objection his
daughter could have to a match esteemed by him so advantageous. “What
can this mean? Why, the girl must be demented! You to decide on the
time! Why, reasonable time is all that was meant by that, if it is not
so expressed!”
“That is all; nothing more,” eagerly chimed in Peters.
“If a part of the instrument is to be construed differently from what
is expressed, and as you choose, why not other parts, and as I choose?”
calmly asked the unmoved girl. “If so, then its power to bind me shall
cease with this hour.”
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