Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 654 pages of information about Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Complete.

Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 654 pages of information about Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Complete.

“Well,” he pursued, after inflating Ripton with this rapturous prospect, “they got her away, and I recovered.  It was Mister Adrian’s work.  What’s my father’s objection to her?  Because of her birth?  She’s educated; her manners are beautiful—­full of refinement—­quick and soft!  Can they show me one of their ladies like her?—­she’s the daughter of a naval lieutenant!  Because she’s a Catholic?  What has religion to do with”—­he pronounced “Love!” a little modestly—­as it were a blush in his voice.

“Well, when I recovered I thought I did not care for her.  It shows how we know ourselves!  And I cared for nothing.  I felt as if I had no blood.  I tried to imitate my dear Austin.  I wish to God he were here.  I love Austin.  He would understand her.  He’s coming back this year, and then—­but it’ll be too late then.—­Well, my father’s always scheming to make me perfect—­he has never spoken to me a word about her, but I can see her in his eyes—­he wanted to give me a change, he said, and asked me to come to town with my uncle Hippy, and I consented.  It was another plot to get me out of the way!  As I live, I had no more idea of meeting her than of flying to heaven!”

He lifted his face.  “Look at those old elm branches!  How they seem to mix among the stars!—­glittering fruits of Winter!”

Ripton tipped his comical nose upward, and was in duty bound to say, Yes! though he observed no connection between them and the narrative.

“Well,” the hero went on, “I came to town.  There I heard she was coming, too—­coming home.  It must have been fate, Ripton!  Heaven forgive me!  I was angry with her, and I thought I should like to see her once—­only once—­and reproach her for being false—­for she never wrote to me.  And, oh, the dear angel! what she must have suffered!—­I gave my uncle the slip, and got to the railway she was coming by.  There was a fellow going to meet her—­a farmer’s son—­and, good God! they were going to try and make her marry him!  I remembered it all then.  A servant of the farm had told me.  That fellow went to the wrong station, I suppose, for we saw nothing of him.  There she was—­not changed a bit!—­looking lovelier than ever!  And when she saw me, I knew in a minute that she must love me till death!—­You don’t know what it is yet, Rip!—­Will you believe, it?—­Though I was as sure she loved me and had been true as steel, as that I shall see her to-night, I spoke bitterly to her.  And she bore it meekly—­she looked like a saint.  I told her there was but one hope of life for me—­she must prove she was true, and as I give up all, so must she.  I don’t know what I said.  The thought of losing her made me mad.  She tried to plead with me to wait—­it was for my sake, I know.  I pretended, like a miserable hypocrite, that she did not love me at all.  I think I said shameful things.  Oh what noble creatures women are!  She hardly had strength to move.  I took her to that place where you found us, Rip! she went down

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