A Canadian Heroine, Volume 2 eBook

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you will, you must, blame me, and yet it is for your sake and for that of my own honour that I separate you from us.  You have a right that I should say more, hard as it is.  My daughter, whom you have known almost all her innocent life, would, if you married her, bring, through those most nearly and inseparably connected with her, a stain and a blot upon your name; no honourable man can ever make her his wife, and the best prayer that can be made for her is, that she may remain as unconscious of all earthly love as she is now of yours.  We are going away, not just yet, but very soon, to try to lose ourselves in the world; very possibly an explanation of much that I have not courage to tell you may soon become so public that even in England you may hear of it, and thank me for what I have written.”

The letter broke off abruptly, but there was a postscript reminding him that no one, not even his father, knew more, or, indeed, as much as he did, of her secret, and bidding him not betray her; this postscript, however, remained at first unnoticed:  there was enough in the letter itself to bewilder and stupefy its unfortunate reader.  He went over it again and again, trying, trying to understand it; to make certain that there was not some strange mistake, some other meaning in it than that which first appeared.  But no; it was distinct enough, though the writing was strangely unsteady, as if the writer’s hand had trembled at the task.  The task of doing what?  Only of destroying a hope; and hope is not life, nor even youth, or strength, or sense, or capacity for work, and yet when Maurice rose from his solitary breakfast-table, and carried his letters away to his own room, although he looked and moved, and even spoke to a passing servant just as usual, he felt as if he had been suddenly paralysed, and struck down from vigorous life into the shadow of death.  He sat in his room and tried to think, but no thoughts came; only a perpetual reiteration of the words, “You and Lucia must not meet again.”  Over and over, and over again, the same still incomprehensible sentence kept ringing in his ears.  It was much the same thing as if some power had said to him, “You must put away from you, divorce, and utterly forget, all your past life; all your nature, as it has grown up, to this present time; and take a different individuality.”  The two things might equally well be said, for they were equally impossible.  He laughed as this idea struck him.  His senses were beginning to come back, and they told him plainly enough that any separation from Lucia, except by her own free choice and will, was as impossible as if they were already vowed to each other “till death us do part.”  There was so much comfort in this conviction that at last he was able to turn to the latter part of the letter, and to occupy himself with that mysterious yet terrible sentence, which said that Lucia, his purest and loveliest of women, whom all his long intimacy had not been able to bring down from the pedestal of honour and tender reverence on which his love had placed her, would bring a blot upon her husband’s name.

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