Two Years Ago, Volume I eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 430 pages of information about Two Years Ago, Volume I.

Two Years Ago, Volume I eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 430 pages of information about Two Years Ago, Volume I.

So Grace had reigned upon her pretty little throne of not unbearable sorrows, till a real and bitter woe came; one which could not be hugged and cherished, like the rest; one which she tried to fling from her, angrily, scornfully, and found to her horror, that, instead of her possessing it, it possessed her, and coiled itself round her heart, and would not be flung away.  She—­she, of all beings, to be suspected as a thief, and by the very man whose life she had saved!  She was willing enough to confess herself—­and confessed herself night and morning—­a miserable sinner, and her heart a cage of unclean birds, deceitful, and desperately wicked—­except in that.  The conscious innocence flashed up in pride and scorn, in thoughts, even when she was alone, in words, of which she would not have believed herself capable.  With hot brow and dry eyes she paced her little chamber, sat down on the bed, staring into vacancy, sprang up and paced again:  but she went into no trance—­she dare not.  The grief was too great; she felt that, if she once gave way enough to lose her self-possession, she should go mad.  And the first, and perhaps not the least good effect of that fiery trial was, that it compelled her to a stern self-restraint, to which her will, weakened by mental luxuriousness, had been long a stranger.

But a fiery trial it was.  The first wild (and yet not unnatural) fancy, that heaven had given Thurnall to her, had deepened day by day, by the mere indulgence of it.  But she never dreamt of him as her husband:  only as a friendless stranger to be helped and comforted.  And that he was worthy of help; that some great future was in store for him; that he was a chosen vessel marked out for glory, she had persuaded herself utterly; and the persuasion grew in her day by day, as she heard more and more of his cleverness, honesty, and kindliness, mysterious and, to her, miraculous learning.  Therefore she did not make haste; she did not even try to see him, or to speak to him; a civil bow in passing was all that she took or gave; and she was content with that, and waited till the time came, when she was destined to do for him—­what she knew not; but it would be done if she were strong enough.  So she set herself to learn, and read, and trained her mind and temper more earnestly than ever, and waited in patience for God’s good time.  And now, behold, a black, unfathomable gulf of doubt and shame had opened between them, perhaps for ever.  And a tumult arose in her soul, which cannot be, perhaps ought not to be, analysed in words; but which made her know too well, by her own crimson cheeks, that it was none other than human love strong as death, and jealousy cruel as the grave.

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