The Nether World eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 609 pages of information about The Nether World.

The Nether World eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 609 pages of information about The Nether World.

’He says that Mr. Kirkwood wishes you to forget what he told you, and what you repeated to me.’

‘Did he give you any reason?’

‘Yes.  I don’t understand, though.’

’Come here by me, Jane.  Let’s talk about it quietly.  Sidney doesn’t feel able to help you as he thought he could.  We mustn’t blame him for that; he must judge for himself.  He thinks it’ll be better if you continue to be only friends.’

Jane averted her face, his steady look being more than she could bear.  For an instant a sense of uttermost shame thrilled through her, and without knowing what she did, she moved a little and laid the book down.

‘Come here, my child,’ he repeated, in a gentler voice.

She approached him.

’You feel it hard.  But when you’ve thought about it a little you won’t grieve; I’m sure you won’t.  Remember, your life is not to be like that of ordinary women.  You’ve higher objects before you, and you’ll find a higher reward.  You know that, don’t you?  There’s no need for me to remind you of what we’ve talked about so often, is there?  If it’s a sacrifice, you’re strong enough to face it; yes, yes, strong enough to face more than this, my Jane is!  Only fix your thoughts on the work you’re going to do.  It’ll take up all your life, Jane, won’t it?  You’ll have no time to give to such things as occupy other women—­no mind for them.’

His grey eyes searched her countenance with that horrible intensity of fanaticism which is so like the look of cruelty, of greed, of any passion originating in the baser self.  Unlike too, of course, but it is the pitilessness common to both extremes that shows most strongly in an old, wrinkled visage.  He had laid his hand upon her.  Every word was a stab ill the girl’s heart, and so dreadful became her torture, so intolerable the sense of being drawn by a fierce will away from all she desired, that at length a cry escaped her lips.  She fell on her knees by him, and pleaded in a choking voice.

’I can’t!  Grandfather, don’t ask it of me!  Give it all to some one else—­to some one else!  I’m not strong enough to make such a sacrifice.  Let me be as I was before!’

Michael’s face darkened.  He drew his hand away and rose from the seat; with more than surprise, with anger and even bitterness, he looked down at the crouching girl.  She did not sob; her face buried in her arms, she lay against the chair, quivering, silent.

‘Jane, stand up and speak to me!’

She did not move.

‘Jane!’

He laid his hand on her.  Jane raised her head, and endeavoured to obey him; in the act she moaned and fell insensible.

Michael strode to the door and called twice or thrice for Mrs. Byass; then he stooped by the lifeless girl and supported her head.  Bessie was immediately at hand, with a cry of consternation, but also with helpful activity.

’Why, I thought she’d got over this; it’s a long time since she was took last isn’t it?  Sam’s downstairs, Mr. Snowdon; do just shout out to him to go for some brandy.  Tell him to bring my smelling-bottle first, if he knows where it is—­I’m blest if I do!  Poor thing!  She ain’t been at all well lately, and that’s the truth.’

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