Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
“She whom you call on is at the distance of miles from this spot. What
if her Genius speaks when she is absent?—what if the soul of an
ancestress of hers and yours were now addressing you?—what if”—
“Nay,” answered Everard, “but what if the dearest of human beings has
caught a touch of her father’s enthusiasm?—what if she is exposing her
person to danger, her reputation to scandal, by traversing in disguise
and darkness a house filled with armed men? Speak to me, my fair
cousin, in your own person. I am furnished with powers to protect my
uncle, Sir Henry—to protect you too, dearest Alice, even against the
consequences of this visionary and wild attempt. Speak—I see where you
are, and, with all my respect, I cannot submit to be thus practised
upon. Trust me—trust your cousin Markham with your hand, and believe
that he will die or place you in honourable safety.”
As he spoke, he exercised his eyes as keenly as possible to detect
where the speaker stood; and it seemed to him, that about three yards
from him there was a shadowy form, of which he could not discern even
the outline, placed as it was within the deep and prolonged shadow
thrown by a space of wall intervening betwixt two windows, upon that
side of the room from which the light was admitted. He endeavoured to
calculate, as well as he could, the distance betwixt himself and the
object which he watched, under the impression, that if, by even using a
slight degree of compulsion, he could detach his beloved Alice from the
confederacy into which he supposed her father’s zeal for the cause of
royalty had engaged her, he would be rendering them both the most
essential favour. He could not indeed but conclude, that however
successfully the plot which he conceived to be in agitation had
proceeded against the timid Bletson, the stupid Desborough, and the
crazy Harrison, there was little doubt that at length their artifices
must necessarily bring shame and danger on those engaged in it.
It must also be remembered, that Everard’s affection to his cousin,
although of the most respectful and devoted character, partook less of
the distant veneration which a lover of those days entertained for the
lady whom he worshipped with humble diffidence, than of the fond and
familiar feelings which a brother entertains towards a younger sister,
whom he thinks himself entitled to guide, advise, and even in some
degree to control. So kindly and intimate had been their intercourse,
that he had little more hesitation in endeavouring to arrest her
progress in the dangerous course in which she seemed to be engaged,
even at the risk of giving her momentary offence, than he would have
had in snatching her from a torrent or conflagration, at the chance of
hurting her by the violence of his grasp. All this passed through his
mind in the course of a single minute; and he resolved at all events to
detain her on the spot, and compel, if possible, an explanation from
her.
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