Why Frau Frohmann Raised Her Prices, and Other StoriesTrollope, Anthony
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Why Frau Frohmann Raised Her Prices, and Other Stories
Trollope, Anthony
English fiction -- 19th century; Manners and customs -- Fiction; Short stories, English
“But I have to do that duty of which I have spoken, and I shall do
it. Though I were never to see you again I shall do it. I am used
to suffering, and sometimes think it wrong even to wish that you
were back with me. But I write to you thus that you may understand
everything. If you will say that you will give him up, you shall
return to me and be my own, own beloved child. I tell you that you
are not of the same degree. I am bound to tell you so. But you
shall be so near my heart that nothing shall separate us.
“You two cannot marry while I am living. I do not think it possible
that you should be longing to be made happy by my death. And you
should remember that he cannot be the first to break away from this
foolish engagement without dishonour. As he is the wealthy one, and
the higher born, and as he is the man, he ought not to be the first
to say the word. You may say it without falsehood and without
disgrace. You may say it, and all the world will know that you have
been actuated only by a sense of duty. It will be acknowledged that
you have sacrificed yourself,--as it becomes a woman to do.
“One word from you will be enough to assure me. Since you came to
me you have never been false. One word, and you shall come back to
me and to Launay, my friend and my treasure! If it be that there
must be suffering, we will suffer together. If tears are necessary
there shall be joint tears. Though I am old still I can understand.
I will acknowledge the sacrifice. But, Bessy, my Bessy, dearest
Bessy, the sacrifice must be made.
“Of course he must live away from Launay for awhile. The fault will
have been his, and what of inconvenience there may be he must
undergo. He shall not come here till you yourself shall say that
you can bear his presence without an added sorrow.
“I know you will not let this letter be in vain. I know you will
think it over deeply, and that you will not keep me too long
waiting for an answer. I need hardly tell you that I am
“Your most loving friend,
M. MILES.”
When Bessy was reading this, when the strong words with which her aunt
had pleaded her cause were harrowing her heart, she had clasped in her
hand this other letter from her lover. This too was written from
Launay.
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