Wives and Widows; or, The Broken LifeStephens, Ann S. (Ann Sophia)
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Wives and Widows; or, The Broken Life
Stephens, Ann S. (Ann Sophia)
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In this way I excused the bitterness that filled my heart as the cruel
scene passed before me. It was hard to bear when that woman's sweet
laugh came ringing through the chamber after some witty saying which
brought a thousand animated expressions into the faces of the two
persons I prized above all others, but from whom she had separated me.
All the morning they spent in Mrs. Lee's room. Lottie informed me
afterward that this had been their habit during my sickness. Why, she
could not tell, unless it was that Babylon was hoping to find another
chance to finish her work.
I could not sleep that night, and for many a long night after that. The
fever had left me very low and nervous; I could not bear to meet the
annoyances which were sure to beset me if I went into the family, and
seldom left my room. I think Mrs. Lee hardly missed me. Indeed, it is
doubtful if my absence was a matter of regret to any one; for Jessie
came to my room as a sort of shelter from the scenes that I had
witnessed, and thus our family became more and more a divided one.
CHAPTER LI.
THE FATHER AND DAUGHTER.
I had soon cause to regret my rashness in having opened my heart to
Jessie. The dear girl was too frank and high-minded for a secret of that
kind to rest safely with her. She believed all that I suspected, and
with this conviction came a perfect loathing of the woman, who was now
her forced guest. I saw that this subject was preying upon her, and
repented keenly having given up the bitter fruit of knowledge before it
was an absolute necessity; Lottie was wiser in the rude kindness of her
attempt to put me down.
I did not grow strong; the harassing trouble at my heart kept me nervous
and irritable. If a person entered my room suddenly, I would start and
cry out; if I met any of the family in the grounds, my first impulse was
to hide away, or pretend to be occupied till they passed. Lottie scolded
me, not in her old way, but with a sort of tearful authority. The humor
and drollery of her rare character was changed into quaint sarcasm. The
serpent creeping through our house had bitten her most severely of all.
To Mrs. Lee the girl was more humble and heedful than ever; to us she
was abrupt.
This state of things could not continue without results. With feelings
smouldering like the fire which turns wood into charcoal, this general
irritation would break forth.
Jessie was the first to give way. For some time she had scarcely spoken
to Mrs. Dennison, except in a grave, quiet fashion, which was as far
from rudeness as it was from cordial hospitality. Sometimes this checked
Mrs. Dennison's great flow of spirits, and she would take on a look of
gentle martyrdom that must have had a peculiar fascination to one who
did not understand her.
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