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Briddick <[email protected]> Wed, 13 Jan 2010 13:02:29 +0200
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Ou I hope to find an intercessor. By the remembrance of our former
affection and happiness, I conjure you, refuse me not At present, I
entreat you to conceal from her this distressing tale. A short, reprieve
is all I ask." "Why," said I, "should you defer it? When the painful
task is over, you may find relief in her lenient kindness." "After she
knows my condition, I cannot see her," resumed she, "till I am assured
of her forgiveness. I have not strength to support the appearance of her
anger and grief. I will write to her what I cannot speak. You must bear
the melancholy message, and plead for me, that her displeasure may not
follow me to the grave, whither I am rapidly hastening." "Be assured,"
replied I, "that I will keep your secret as long as prudence requires.
But I must leave you now; your mamma will wonder at our being thus
closeted together. When opportunity presents, we will converse further
on the subject. In the mean time keep yourself as composed as possible,
if you would avoid suspicion." She raised her clasped hands, and with a
piteous look, threw her handkerchief over her face, and reclined in her
chair, without speaking a word. I returned to my chamber, and endeavored
to dissipate every idea which might tend to disorder my countenance, and
break the silence I wished to observe relative to what had happened.
When I went down, Mrs. Wharton desired me to step up and inform Eliza
that breakfast was ready. She told me she could not yet compose herself
sufficiently to see her mamma, and begged me to excuse her absence as I
thought proper. I accordingly returned for answer to Mrs. Wharton, that
Eliza had rested but indifferently, and being somewhat indisposed, would
not come down, but wished me to bring her a bowl of chocolate, when we
had breakfasted. I was obliged studiously to suppress even my thoughts
concerning her, lest the emotions they excited might be observed. Mrs.
Wharton conversed much of her daughter, and expressed great concern
about her health and state of mind. Her return to this state of
dejection, after having recovered her spirits and cheerfulness in a
great degree, was owing, she feared, to some cause unknown to her; and
she entreated me to e

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