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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"It is true: Lawrence, during the last week, has been gradually
withdrawing himself from my society. I have seen him less frequently of
late; he seldom joins me unless I am surrounded by others. Our walks on
the beach are entirely broken up, and he no longer seeks me when I
purposely sit apart on the veranda of the hotel.
"I have been so annoyed and felt so wronged by his conduct, that a
spirit of bitter retaliation is aroused in my bosom. The most
aristocratic and splendid man here is Mr. Lee. I have noticed once or
twice that Lawrence has seemed a little disturbed by the slight interest
this gentleman has taken in me. He shall feel this more keenly before
the week is over. By that time a prouder and more fastidious man than he
is shall be my slave. That idea of the power a brilliant coquette may
wield, which he first planted in my mind, shall bring forth bitter fruit
for his eating before I have done with him.
"This man shall be at my feet again--I do not know whether in love or
hate; but no living creature shall ever cast me off in this slow,
heartless fashion. I am young, beautiful, the fashion--but these things
count for but little in a contest with men like Lawrence. He it was who
first told me that I possess something far more powerful than all
these--intellect, talent, powers of combination, and that subtle
magnetism which no man has ever yet had power to resist: compared with
this, beauty, youth, and fashion are trivial possessions. But I have
them all, and it shall go hard if this proud man is not made to feel
their influence. He thinks I accept the position, and do not feel. Let
him. I have not mingled in society and practised his lessons for
nothing. The 'brilliant coquette' with whom he could associate with
safety has at least learned how to conceal her anguish. He shall yet
find how fatal and poisonous is the hatred growing up like a upas-tree
in the desert he has made. My acquaintance with Mr. Lee thrives. I have
become the intimate friend of his daughter, a tender nurse to his
invalid wife. They are a singularly refined and intelligent family, so
loving and true that I almost envy the simplicity which springs from so
much goodness. In my friendship for his wife and daughter I find the
surest means of interesting Mr. Lee.
"What do I purpose by this? Why, to triumph over that ingrate Lawrence
by a conquest of the only man within reach who is admitted to be his
superior. He has humiliated my pride, wounded my vanity, and, oh
heavens! thrown back the most passionate love that woman ever bestowed
on man, as too worthless for his acceptance without money. Were Mr. Lee
an unmarried man, this Lawrence should be invited to act as his
groomsman within the month. As it is, he is distinguished and
unapproachable to the common herd. As to the rest, wait and see--wait
and see!
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