The Trial; Or, More Links of the Daisy ChainYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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The Trial; Or, More Links of the Daisy Chain
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century; Trials (Murder) -- Fiction
Calm collected Tom was almost beside himself. 'Averil! Averil!' he
cried, as he sat down opposite and bent as close to her as possible,
'if I could only make you listen or believe me! What shall I say? It
is only the honest truth that you are the dearest thing in the whole
world to me! The very things that have given you most offence arose
from my struggles with my own feelings. I tried to crush what would
have its way in spite of me, and now you see its force.' He saw
greater life and comprehension in her eye as he spoke, but the look was
not encouraging; and he continued: 'How can I make you understand! Oh!
if I had but more time!--but--but it was only the misery of those
moments that showed me why it was that I was always irresistibly drawn
to you, and yet made instinctive efforts to break the spell; and now
you will not understand.'
'I do understand,' said Averil, at length entirely roused, but chiefly
by resentment. 'I understand how much a country surgeon's daughter is
beneath an M. D.'s attention, and how needful it was to preserve the
distance by marks of contempt. As a convict's sister, the distance is
so much widened, that it is well for both that we shall never meet
again.'
Therewith she had risen, and moved to the door. 'Nay, nay,' he cried;
'it is for that very reason that all my past absurdity is trampled on!
I should glory in a connection with such as Leonard! Yes, Averil,' as
he fancied he saw her touched, 'you have never known me yet; but trust
yourself and him to me, and you will give him a true brother, proud of
his nobleness. You shall see him constantly--you shall keep your
sisters with you. Only put yourself in my hands, and you shall know
what devotion is.'
He would have said more, but Averil recalled herself, and said: 'This
is mere folly; you would be very sorry, were I to take you at your
word. It would be unworthy in me towards your father, towards Henry,
towards you, for me to listen to you, even if I liked you, and that you
have taken good care to prevent me from doing.' And she opened the
door, and made her way into the hall.
'But, Averil!--Miss Ward!' he continued, pursuing her, 'if, as I swear
I will, I track out the real offender, bring him to justice, proclaim
Leonard's innocence? Then--'
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