The Tenant of Wildfell Hall Anne BrontĂ« (librera reader .txt) đ
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âThere is another life both for you and for me,â said I. âIf it be the will of God that we should sow in tears now, it is only that we may reap in joy hereafter. It is His will that we should not injure others by the gratification of our own earthly passions; and you have a mother, and sisters, and friends who would be seriously injured by your disgrace; and I, too, have friends, whose peace of mind shall never be sacrificed to my enjoyment, or yours either, with my consent; and if I were alone in the world, I have still my God and my religion, and I would sooner die than disgrace my calling and break my faith with heaven to obtain a few brief years of false and fleeting happinessâ âhappiness sure to end in misery even hereâ âfor myself or any other!â
âThere need be no disgrace, no misery or sacrifice in any quarter,â persisted he. âI do not ask you to leave your home or defy the worldâs opinion.â But I need not repeat all his arguments. I refuted them to the best of my power; but that power was provokingly small, at the moment, for I was too much flurried with indignationâ âand even shameâ âthat he should thus dare to address me, to retain sufficient command of thought and language to enable me adequately to contend against his powerful sophistries. Finding, however, that he could not be silenced by reason, and even covertly exulted in his seeming advantage, and ventured to deride those assertions I had not the coolness to prove, I changed my course and tried another plan.
âDo you really love me?â said I, seriously, pausing and looking him calmly in the face.
âDo I love you!â cried he.
âTruly?â I demanded.
His countenance brightened; he thought his triumph was at hand. He commenced a passionate protestation of the truth and fervour of his attachment, which I cut short by another question:â â
âBut is it not a selfish love? Have you enough disinterested affection to enable you to sacrifice your own pleasure to mine?â
âI would give my life to serve you.â
âI donât want your life; but have you enough real sympathy for my afflictions to induce you to make an effort to relieve them, at the risk of a little discomfort to yourself?â
âTry me, and see.â
âIf you have, never mention this subject again. You cannot recur to it in any way without doubling the weight of those sufferings you so feelingly deplore. I have nothing left me but the solace of a good conscience and a hopeful trust in heaven, and you labour continually to rob me of these. If you persist, I must regard you as my deadliest foe.â
âBut hear me a momentâ ââ
âNo, sir! You said you would give your life to serve me; I only ask your silence on one particular point. I have spoken plainly; and what I say I mean. If you torment me in this way any more, I must conclude that your protestations are entirely false, and that you hate me in your heart as fervently as you profess to love me!â
He bit his lip, and bent his eyes upon the ground in silence for a while.
âThen I must leave you,â said he at length, looking steadily upon me, as if with the last hope of detecting some token of irrepressible anguish or dismay awakened by those solemn words. âI must leave you. I cannot live here, and be forever silent on the all-absorbing subject of my thoughts and wishes.â
âFormerly, I believe, you spent but little of your time at home,â I answered; âit will do you no harm to absent yourself again, for a whileâ âif that be really necessary.â
âIf that be really possible,â he muttered; âand can you bid me go so coolly? Do you really wish it?â
âMost certainly I do. If you cannot see me without tormenting me as you have lately done, I would gladly say farewell and never see you more.â
He made no answer, but, bending from his horse, held out his hand towards me. I looked up at his face, and saw therein such a look of genuine agony of soul, that, whether bitter disappointment, or wounded pride, or lingering love, or burning wrath were uppermost, I could not hesitate to put my hand in his as frankly as if I bade a friend farewell. He grasped it very hard, and immediately put spurs to his horse and galloped away. Very soon after, I learned that he was gone to Paris, where he still is; and the longer he stays there the better for me.
I thank God for this deliverance!
XXXVIIIDecember 20th, 1826.â âThe fifth anniversary of my wedding-day, and, I trust, the last I shall spend under this roof. My resolution is formed, my plan concocted, and already partly put in execution. My conscience does not blame me, but while the purpose ripens let me beguile a few of these long winter evenings in stating the case for my own satisfaction: a dreary amusement enough, but having the air of a useful occupation, and being pursued as a task, it will suit me better than a lighter one.
In September, quiet Grassdale was again alive with a party of ladies and gentlemen (so called), consisting of the same individuals as those invited the year before last, with the addition of two or three others, among whom were Mrs. Hargrave and her younger daughter. The gentlemen and Lady Lowborough were invited for the pleasure and convenience of the host; the other ladies, I suppose, for the sake of appearances, and to keep me in check, and make me discreet and civil in my demeanour. But the ladies stayed only three weeks; the gentlemen, with two exceptions, above two months: for their hospitable entertainer was loth to part with
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