The Revolution in Tanner's LaneWhite, William Hale
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The Revolution in Tanner's Lane
White, William Hale
England -- Fiction; Religious fiction
“There is no reason to worry yourself, Jane; it is perfectly easy for me
to prove my innocence. It is better for us, however, to stay here for a
time. The Government won’t go any further with us; they will search for
the murderer—that’s all.”
“Why, then, are we sent here and the others are let alone? I suppose the
Major is not here?”
“I cannot say.”
“To think I should ever come to this! I haven’t got a rag with me beyond
what I have on. I haven’t got any clean things; a nice sort of creature
I am to go out of doors. And it all had nothing to do with us.”
“Nothing to do with us! My dear Jane, do you mean that we are not to
help other people, but sit at home and enjoy ourselves? Besides, if you
thought it wrong, why did you not say so before?”
“How was I to know what you were doing? You never told me anything; you
never do. One thing I do know is that we shall starve and I suppose I
shall have to go about and beg. I haven’t even another pair of shoes or
stockings to my feet.”
Zachariah pondered for a moment. His first impulse was something very
different; but at last he rose, went up to his wife, kissed her softly on
the forehead, and said:
“Never mind, my dear; courage, you will have your clothes next week.
Come with me and look out for a lodging.”
Mrs. Zachariah, however, shook herself free—not violently, but still
decidedly—from his caresses.
“Most likely seized by the Government. Look for a lodging! That’s just
like you! How can I go out in this pouring rain?”
Zachariah lately, at any rate, had ceased to expect much affection in his
wife for him; but he thought she was sensible, and equal to any
complexity of circumstances, or even to disaster. He thought this, not
on any positive evidence; but he concluded, somewhat absurdly, that her
coldness meant common sense and capacity for facing trouble courageously
and with deliberation. He had now to find out his mistake, and to learn
that the absence of emotion neither proves, nor is even a ground for
suspecting, any good whatever of a person; that, on the contrary, it is a
ground for suspecting weakness, and possibly imbecility.
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