Godfrey--of that same Mr. Godfrey who had
just reviled our good work as a "nuisance"--and just declared that he
wished he was at the uttermost ends of the earth when he found himself
in our company! My young female friends will feel encouraged to
persevere, when I mention that it tried even My discipline before I
could devour my own righteous indignation in silence. At the same time,
it is only justice to myself to add, that I didn't lose a syllable of
the conversation. Rachel was the next to speak.
"You have made your confession," she said. "I wonder whether it would
cure you of your unhappy attachment to me, if I made mine?"
He started. I confess I started too. He thought, and I thought, that she
was about to divulge the mystery of the Moonstone.
"Would you think, to look at me," she went on, "that I am the
wretchedest girl living? It's true, Godfrey. What greater wretchedness
can there be than to live degraded in your own estimation? That is my
life now."
"My dear Rachel! it's impossible you can have any reason to speak of
yourself in that way!"
"How do you know I have no reason?"
"Can you ask me the question! I know it, because I know you.
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