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His face was almost purple with suppressed agitation.
âMary and Elizabeth, leave the room. Donât stay to pack up your books. Leave the room, I say!â He spoke with trembling anger, and the frightened girls obeyed without a won A cloud passing over the sun cast a cold gloom into the room which was late so bright and beaming; but, by equalising the light, it took away the dark shadow from the place where Jemima had been standing, and her figure caught her fatherâs eye.
âLeave the room, Jemima,â said he.
âWhy, father?â replied she, in an opposition that was strange even to herself, but which was prompted by the sullen passion which seethed below the stagnant surface of her life, and which sought a vent in defiance. She maintained her ground, facing round upon her father, and RuthâRuth, who had risen, and stood trembling, shaking, a lightning-fear having shown her the precipice on which she stood. It was of no use; no quiet, innocent lifeâno profound silence, even to her own heart, as to the Past; the old offence could never be drowned in the Deep; but thus, when all was calm on the great, broad, sunny sea, it rose to the surface, and faced her with its unclosed eyes and its ghastly countenance. The blood bubbled up to her brain, and made such a sound there, as of boiling waters, that she did not hear the words which Mr. Bradshaw first spoke; indeed, his speech was broken and disjointed by intense passion. But she needed not to hear; she knew. As she rose up at first, so she stood nowânumb and helpless. When her ears heard again (as if the sounds were drawing nearer, and becoming more distinct, from some faint, vague distance of space), Mr. Bradshaw was saying, âIf there be one sin I hateâI utterly loatheâmore than all others, it is wantonness. It includes all other sins. It is but of a piece that you should have come with your sickly, hypocritical face imposing upon us all. I trust Benson did not know of itâfor his own sake, I trust not. Before God, if he got you into my house on false pretences, he shall find his charity at other menâs expense shall cost him dearâyouâthe common talk of Eccleston for your profligacyâ-â He was absolutely choked by his boiling indignation. Ruth stood speechless, motionless. Her head drooped a little forward; her eyes were more than half veiled by the large quivering lids; her arms hung down straight and heavy. At last she heaved the weight off her heart enough to say, in a faint, moaning voice, speaking with infinite difficultyâ
âI was so young.â
âThe more depraved, the more disgusting you,â Mr. Bradshaw exclaimed, almost glad that the woman, unresisting so long, should now begin to resist. But, to his surprise (for in his anger he had forgotten her presence), Jemima moved forwards and said, âFather!â
âYou hold your tongue, Jemima. You have grown more and more insolentâmore and more disobedient every day. I now know who to thank for it. When such a woman came into my family there is no wonder at any corruptionâany evilâany defilementâ-â
âFather!â
âNot a word! If, in your disobedience, you choose to stay and hear what no modest young woman would put herself in the way of hearing, you shall be silent when I bid you. The only good you can gain is in the way of warning. Look at that womanâ (indicating Ruth, who moved her drooping head a little on one side, as if by such motion she could avert the pitiless pointingâher face growing whiter and whiter still every instant)ââLook at that woman, I sayâcorrupt long before she was your ageâhypocrite for years! If ever you, or any child of mine, cared for her, shake her off from you, as St. Paul shook off the viperâeven into the fire.â He stopped for very want of breath. Jemima, all flushed and panting, went up and stood side by side with wan Ruth. She took the cold, dead hand which hung next to her in her warm convulsive grasp, and, holding it so tight that it was blue and discoloured for days, she spoke out beyond all power of restraint from her father.
âFather! I will speak. I will not keep silence. I will bear witness to Ruth. I have hated herâso keenly, may God forgive meâbut you may know, from that, that my witness is true. I have hated her, and my hatred was only quenched into contemptânot contempt now, dear Ruthâdear Ruthââ(this was spoken with infinite softness and tenderness, and in spite of her fatherâs fierce eyes and passionate gesture)ââI heard what you have learnt now, father, weeks and weeks agoâa year it may be, all time of late has been so long; and I shuddered up from her and from her sin; and I might have spoken of it, and told it there and then, if I had not been afraid that it was from no good motive I should act in so doing, but to gain a way to the desire of my own jealous heart. Yes, father, to show you what a witness I am for Ruth, I will own that I was stabbed to the heart with jealousy; some oneâsome one cared for Ruth thatâoh father! spare me saying all.â Her face was double-dyed with crimson blushes, and she paused for one momentâno more.
âI watched her, and I watched her with my wild-beast eyes. If I had seen one paltering with dutyâif I had witnessed one flickering shadow of untruth in word or actionâif, more than all things, my womanâs instinct had ever been conscious of the faintest speck of impurity in thought, or word, or look, my old hate would have flamed out with the flame of hell! my contempt would have turned to loathing disgust, instead of my being full of pity, and the stirrings of new-awakened love, and most true respect. Father, I have borne my witness!â
âAnd I will tell you how much your witness is worth,â said her father, beginning low, that his pent-up wrath might have room to swell out. âIt only convinces me more and more how deep is the corruption this wanton has spread in my family. She has come amongst us with her innocent seeming, and spread her nets well and skilfully. She has turned right into wrong, and wrong into right, and taught you all to be uncertain whether there be any such thing as Vice in the world, or whether it ought not to be looked upon as Virtue. She has led you to the brink of the deep pit, ready for the first chance circumstance to push you in. And I trustedâI trusted herâI welcomed her.â
âI have done very wrong,â murmured Ruth, but so low, that perhaps he did not hear her, for he went on lashing himself up.
âI welcomed her. I was duped into allowing her bastardâ(I sicken at the thought of it)â-â
At the mention of Leonard, Ruth lifted up her eyes for the first time since the conversation began, the pupils dilating, as if she were just becoming aware of some new agony in store for her. I have seen such a look of terror on a poor dumb animalâs countenance, and once or twice on human faces; I pray I may never see it again on either! Jemima felt the hand she held in her strong grasp writhe itself free. Ruth spread her arms before her, clasping and lacing her fingers together, her head thrown a little back as if in intensest suffering.
Mr. Bradshaw went onâ
âThat very child and heir of shame to associate with my own innocent children! I trust they are not contaminated.â
âI cannot bear itâI cannot bear it!â were the words wrung out of Ruth.
âCannot bear it! cannot bear it!â he repeated. âYou must bear it, madam. Do you suppose your child is to be exempt from the penalties of his birth? Do you suppose that he alone is to be saved from the upbraiding scoff? Do you suppose that he is ever to rank with other boys, who are not stained and marked with sin from their birth? Every creature in Eccleston may know what he is; do you think they will spare him their scorn? âCannot bear it,â indeed! Before you went into your sin, you should have thought whether you could bear the consequences or notâhave had some idea how far your offspring would be degraded and scouted, till the best thing that could happen to him would be for him to be lost to all sense of shame, dead to all knowledge of guilt, for his motherâs sake.â
Ruth spoke out. She stood like a wild creature at bay, past fear now. âI appeal to God against such a doom for my child. I appeal to God to help me. I am a mother, and as such I cry to God for helpâfor help to keep my boy in His pitying sight, and to bring him up in His holy fear. Let the shame fall on me! I have deserved it, but heâhe is so innocent and good.â
Ruth had caught up her shawl, and was tying on her bonnet with her trembling hands. What if Leonard was hearing of her shame from common report? What would be the mysterious shock of the intelligence? She must face him, and see the look in his eyes, before she knew whether he recoiled from her; he might have his heart turned to hate her, by their cruel jeers.
Jemima stood by, dumb and pitying. Her sorrow was past her power. She helped in arranging the dress, with one or two gentle touches, which were hardly felt by Ruth, but which called out all Mr. Bradshawâs ire afresh; he absolutely took her by the shoulders and turned her by force out of the room. In the hall, and along the stairs, her passionate woeful crying was heard. The sound only concentrated Mr. Bradshawâs anger on Ruth. He held the street-door open wide, and said, between his teeth, âIf ever you, or your bastard, darken this door again, I will have you both turned out by the police!â
He needed not have added this if he had seen Ruthâs face.
PREPARING TO STAND ON THE TRUTH
As Ruth went along the accustomed streets, every sight and every sound seemed to hear a new meaning, and each and all to have some reference to her boyâs disgrace. She held her head down, and scudded along dizzy with fear, lest some word should have told him what she had been, and what he was, before she could reach him. It was a wild, unreasoning fear, but it took hold of her as strongly as if it had been well founded. And, indeed, the secret whispered
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