England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century
She imagined herself wedded to him; at liberty to stand before him and
confess all the thoughts which now consumed her in the silence of vain
longing. "Why did I break free from the fetters of a shameful life?
Because I loved, and loved _you_. What gave me the strength to pass
from idle luxury, poisoning the energies of the soul, to that life of
lonely toil and misery? My love, and my love for _you_. I kept apart
from you then; I would not even let you know what I was enduring; only
because you had spoken a hasty, thoughtless word to me, which showed me
with terrible distinctness the meaning of all I had escaped, and filled
me with a determination to prove to myself that I had not lost all my
better nature, that there was still enough of purity in my being to
save me finally. What was it that afflicted me with agony beyond all
words when I was made the victim of a cruel and base accusation? Not
the fear of its consequences; only the dread lest _you_ should believe
me guilty, and no longer deem me worthy of a thought. It is no
arrogance to say that I am become a pure woman; not my own merits, but
love of you has made me so. I love you as a woman loves only once; if
you asked me to give up my life to prove it, I am capable of doing no
less a thing than that. Flesh and spirit I lay before you--all yours;
do you still think the offering unworthy?"
And yet she knew that she could never thus speak to him; her humility
was too great. At moments she might feel this glow of conscious virtue,
but for the most part the weight of all the past was so heavy upon her.
Fortunately, her time did not long remain unoccupied. As her
grandfather's heiress she found herself owner of the East-end property,
and, as soon as it was assured that she would incur no danger, she went
over the houses in the company of the builder whom Abraham had chosen
to carry out his proposed restorations. The improvements were proceeded
with at once, greatly to the astonishment of the tenants, to whom such
changes inevitably suggested increase of rent. These fears Ida did her
best to dispel. Dressed in the simplest possible way, and with that
kind, quiet manner which was natural to her, she went about from room
to room, and did her best to become intimately acquainted with the
woman-kind of the Lane and the Court. It was not an easy end to
compass. She was received at first with extreme suspicion; her
appearance aroused that distrust which with the uneducated attaches to
everything novel. In many instances she found it difficult to get it
believed that she was really the "landlord." But when this idea had
been gradually mastered, and when, moreover, it was discovered that she
brought no tracts, spoke not at all of religious matters, was not
impertinently curious, and showed indeed that she knew a good deal of
what she talked about, something like respect for her began to spring
up here and there, and she was spoken of as "the right sort."
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