Wives and Widows; or, The Broken Life — John Shaqi
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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"I have just made a promise for you," answered the bride with gentle
seriousness.
"Which I will keep; for henceforth, fair lady, am I not your slave."
"I have promised to love this girl so long as I shall live, and that you
will be her very best friend, and love her dearly."
"Dearly, you say?"
"Most dearly."
"Next to yourself?"
"Next to myself; and after me, best of all."
"Ah, it is easy to promise that, for, next to yourself, sweet wife, she
is the dearest creature in existence." She held my hand in hers while he
was speaking. When he uttered the word wife, I felt her finger quiver as
if some strange thrill had flashed down from her heart, and the broad
white lids drooped suddenly, veiling the radiance of her eyes.
"Now that I have promised, let us seal the compact," he said, with
touching seriousness; and lifting me for a moment in his arms, he
pressed a kiss upon my lips.
"Why, how she trembles; don't be afraid, you sensitive little thing;
come, come go with us and see how the people are making themselves
happy."
The bride took his arm, and leading me with his disengaged hand, he
crossed the drawing-room and went out on the flower-wreathed platform,
where a band of music was filling the night with harmonies.
Here an ecstasy of feeling came upon me; I remembered all that both
these persons had promised, and that it would be a solemn compact which
they would never think of breaking. I should be with them, not for a
time only, but so long as I lived. Remember, I was an imaginative girl,
and knew but little of the mutability of human affairs. I only felt in
my soul that these two persons whom I loved so entirely, would be
faithful to the promise they had made that night, and this certainly
filled me with exultation that was, for the time, something better than
happiness. After a while, Mr. Lee dropped my hand, but it crept back to
his, and I made a signal that he should bend his head.
"It is a promise," I whispered; "you will never, never send me away from
you?"
"It is a promise," he answered, smiling down upon me.
"Good night," I said, longing to be alone in my room where I could feel
of a certainty that the few words spoken that night had anchored me for
life. "Good night; I shall never leave you or her while I live."
It seemed a rash promise, but I made it to God in my prayers that night.
The reader shall see how I kept it.
CHAPTER V.
AFTER THE WEDDING.
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