I have been thrown back
upon books and my own nature for such knowledge as I now so
desperately need, and I feel that if I am false to my interests, to
what I believe is right, my life is spoiled. I don't wish to marry
any one, and as to all these dangers you so vaguely threaten, I
believe that if there is a good God, he will take care of me."
"Well, my dear," said Mrs. Whately, striving to hide the fact that
she was baffled, "we won't talk any more about it to-night. You are
excited and worried, and incapable of wise judgment. Rest and sleep
are what you need now," and she kissed the girl, who did not return
the caress.
"Wise judgment!" she muttered, bitterly, "what fine words they use!
So you, too, are hopelessly against me. You would give me to your
son just as you used to give him everything he cried for when a
child. Well, then, I'll appeal to the minister himself. I don't
believe he can marry me against my will. At any rate, I shall never
give my consent, never; and perhaps somebody may come in time.
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