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
“That may not be. I feel the destroyer busily at work here, undermining
the citadel,” responded the other, placing his hand on that part of his
chest where the bullet had entered. “But I regret not having made the
poor sacrifice of my life for so righteous a cause. And though I shall
not live to see the happiness I would be the means of imparting, yet
the wish and the duty of doing what I proposed to that end remains to be
fulfilled, and for this purpose I have requested your presence.”
The speaker here paused, as if at a loss how he should open the subject
which seemed to rest on his mind. But at length he resumed:--
“Miss Haviland, what you have done and suffered for the cause, in which
you so nobly took your stand, is known to many. The part you have acted
in the events of this day is known to still more; but have not those
events had a bearing on your happiness beyond what would arise from the
bare liberation of your person?”
“They have, sir,” replied the maiden, frankly, but with an air of
surprise at the unexpected question.
“And have I been correctly informed, by the person who has just left us,
and who has long been my confidential friend and adviser, that, by the
relinquishment of a certain contract, you are now left free to bestow
your hand on one whose character and feelings may be more congenial with
your own?”
“Why am I questioned in so unusual a manner, and by one so much a
stranger?” asked the former, in a half-remonstrating, half-beseeching
tone.
“I knew,” rejoined the other, “that you, as well as the rest of those
present, might, at first, wonder why and how I should have kept myself
apprised, as I confess I have long done, of all that concerned the
individual interests, and even inclinations, as far as could be
conjectured, of each of you. And I know, also, that my ways are not like
those of other men. But cannot you trust to the motives of a dying man,
and let him proceed in his own manner?”
“I can--I will, Father Herriot,” answered Sabrey, touched by the appeal.
“And I will not affect to misunderstand you. I have been freed from
fetters under which I have suffered--perhaps unnecessarily--both
persecution and embarrassment of feeling. And I am thankful,” she
continued, throwing a grateful glance to Woodburn--“greatly thankful for
that generous forbearance by which this was effected without bloodshed.
Yes, I am free, doubly free; but whoever takes me,” she added, slightly
coloring, “must now receive a penniless bride.”
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