Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
knew that she was my superior in circumstances--the heiress of him in
whose employment I was--I stood before her and was dumb. But there was a
language in my eyes, while my tongue was silent; and though I spoke not,
I had reason to know that she understood its meaning--for often I found
her dark eyes anxiously fastened upon me; and while she gazed, the tears
stole down her cheeks.
We arrived in London. On the day of our arrival, I went towards her, and
said--"Madam, we must part."
"Part!" she exclaimed, "wherefore?--tell me wherefore?"
"There is a gulf between our stations," I answered, "which I cannot
pass." She then knew nothing of my being but a clerk in her uncle's
office, and I was resolved that she never should know. "Charlotte," I
said, on first addressing her after landing, "fate has cast us
together--in some degree it has mingled our destiny; yet we must part.
Fate has gamboled with us--it has mocked us with a child's game. We must
part now, not to meet again. Farewell! I could have dreamed in your
eyes--yea, I could have lived in the light that fell from them; but,
Charlotte, it was not to be my lot--that happiness was reserved for
others. We came to this country together; the wind and the waves spared
us, and wed us. The troubled sea did not divide us. We escaped from the
hands of our destroyers, and fate recorded us as one. But it may be
necessary that we should part--for I know the difference between our
stations; and, if it be so, despise not him that saved you."
Her uncle heard of our captivity and escape with the coldest
indifference. Not a muscle of his face moved. The variation of a
fraction in the price of the funds would have interested him more.
"I thank you," said he, "for having restored my kinswoman to freedom.
Hereafter, it may be in my power to reward you for the act. In the
meantime, you must undertake another voyage to the Brazils, which I
trust will prove more fortunate than your last."
I had only been fourteen days in London, when, another vessel being
fitted out, I was ordered again to embark. During that period, and from
the day that I conducted her to her uncle's house, had not been
permitted to see the fair being whom I had rescued; nor did my employer,
though I saw him daily, once mention her name to me, or in any way
allude to her. Yet, during that period, by day and by night, her image
had been ever present to my thoughts. There was a singularity in the
conduct of the merchant, with regard to her, which surprised me. I
resolved, before my departure, to ask his permission to bid her
farewell. I did so.
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