Civil service -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
She looked into his face and saw that he was pleased; and that, for
the present, was enough for her. She was at any rate happy now. So
they passed on through the roses, and then lost themselves among the
geraniums, and wondered at the gigantic rhododendrons, and beautiful
azaleas, and so went on from house to house, and from flower-bed to
flower-bed, Katie talking and Charley listening, till she began to
wonder at her former supineness, and to say both to herself and out loud
to her companion, how very, very, very glad she was that her mother had
let her come.
Poor Katie!--dear, darling, bonny Katie!--sweet sweetest, dearest
child! why, oh why, has that mother of thine, that tender-hearted loving
mother, put thee unguarded in the way of such peril as this? Has she not
sworn to herself that over thee at least she would watch as a hen does
over her young, so that no unfortunate love should quench thy young
spirit, or blanch thy cheek's bloom? Has she not trembled at the thought
of what would have befallen thee, had thy fate been such as Linda's?
Has she not often--oh, how often!--on her knees thanked the Almighty God
that Linda's spirit was not as thine; that this evil had happened to
the lamb whose temper had been fitted by Him to endure it? And yet--here
thou art--all unguarded, all unaided, left by thyself to drink of the
cup of sweet poison, and none near to warn thee that the draught is
deadly.
Alas!--'twould be useless to warn thee now. The false god has been
placed upon the altar, the temple all shining with gems and gold has
been built around him, the incense-cup is already swinging; nothing will
now turn the idolater from her worship, nothing short of a miracle.
Our Katie's childish days are now all gone. A woman's passion glows
within her breast, though as yet she has not scanned it with a woman's
intelligence. Her mother, listening to a child's entreaty, had suffered
her darling to go forth for a child's amusement. It was doomed that the
child should return no more; but in lieu of her, a fair, heart-laden
maiden, whose every fondest thought must henceforth be of a stranger's
welfare and a stranger's fate.
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