World's End: A Story in Three BooksJefferies, Richard
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World's End: A Story in Three Books
Jefferies, Richard
England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Murder -- Fiction
“He may be,” said a keener one than the rest; “he may be—but _she_ is
not.”
Chapter Seven.
Lucia Marese, now Mrs Sternhold Baskette, was the daughter of an
Italian father and an English mother, and had a tolerably accurate
acquaintance with Leicester Square and Soho. She was not an absolutely
bad woman in the coarsest sense of the term—at least not at that time,
she had far too much ambition to destroy her chance so early in life.
Physiologists may here discuss the question as to whether any latent
trace of the old gipsy blood of the Baskettes had in any way influenced
Sternhold in his choice. Ambitious as she was, and possessed of that
species of beauty which always takes with the multitude, Lucia had
hitherto been a failure. Just as in literature and in art, the greatest
genius has to wait till opportunity offers, and often eats its own
heart in the misery of waiting, so she had striven and fought to get to
the front, and yet was still a stroller when Sternhold saw her. She
knew that if only once she could have made her appearance on the London
boards, with her gorgeous beauty fully displayed, and assisted by dress
and music, that she should certainly triumph. But she could not get
there.
Other girls less favoured by Nature, but more by circumstance, and by
the fickle and unaccountable tastes of certain wealthy individuals, had
forestalled her, and she stored up in her mind bitter hatred of several
of these who had snubbed and sneered at her.
The fairy prince of her dream, however, came at last in the person of
an old man of three score years and ten, and she snapped him up in a
trice. No doubt, like all Stirmingham, she entertained the most
fabulous ideas of Sternhold’s wealth.
These dreams were destined to be rudely shattered. She seems to have
had pretty much her own way at first. Doubtless the old man was as wax
in her hands, till his former habits began to pull at him. She had one
good trait at all events, if it could be called good—the first use she
made of her new position was to provide for her family, or rather for
the only member of it in England.
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