Theresa Marchmont, or, the Maid of Honour: A Tale — John Shaqi
Theresa Marchmont, or, the Maid of Honour: A TaleGore, Mrs. (Catherine Grace Frances)
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Theresa Marchmont, or, the Maid of Honour: A Tale
Gore, Mrs. (Catherine Grace Frances)
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“It was nearly three years after the period to which I have alluded that
an accident of which I need not remind you, my beloved Helen, introduced
me to the acquaintance of your family. You may remember the backwardness
with which I first received their approaches; the very name of Percy had
become ominously painful to me, and yet it inspired me with a strange
and undefinable interest. A spell appeared to attract me towards you,
and in spite of my first resolution to the contrary, in spite of
the melancholy reserve that still dwelt upon my mind, I became an
acquaintance, and at length the favoured inmate and friend, of your
father. Could I imagine the dangers that lurked beneath his roof? could
I believe that while I thus once more indulged in the social converse
to which I had been long a stranger, I should gain the affections of
his child? The playful girl towards whom my age enabled me to assume
an almost parental authority, while I exercised, in turn, the parts
of playmate and preceptor, beloved as she was in all the charms of
her dawning beauty, and artless naiveté, inspired me with no deeper
sentiment; not even when I saw her gradually expand into the maturer
pride of womanhood, and acquire that feminine gentleness, that dignified
simplicity of character, which had attracted me in Theresa Marchmont.
Early in our intercourse, I had acquainted Lord Percy that the
confinement of a beloved wife in a state of mental derangement, was the
unhappy cause of my dejection and wandering habits of life; and I was
rejoiced to perceive that his own seclusion from the world had prevented
him from hearing my history related by others. He was also ignorant
of the name and connexions of the lady to whom he knew his beloved and
lamented son to have been attached; little indeed did he suspect his own
share in producing my domestic calamity.
“The disparity of our years, and their knowledge of my own previous
marriage, prevented them from regarding with suspicion the partiality
displayed by their Helen for my society, and the influence which I had
unconsciously acquired over her feelings. For a length of time I was
myself equally blind, and the moment I ventured to fear the dangers
of the attachment she was beginning to form. I took the resolution of
tearing myself altogether from her society, and without the delay of an
hour, I returned to Silsea.
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