Daniel Deronda George Eliot (best book clubs TXT) đ
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This hidden helplessness gave fresh force to the hold Deronda had from the first taken on her mind, as one who had an unknown standard by which he judged her. Had he some way of looking at things which might be a new footing for herâ âan inward safeguard against possible events which she dreaded as stored-up retribution? It is one of the secrets in that change of mental poise which has been fitly named conversion, that to many among us neither heaven nor earth has any revelation till some personality touches theirs with a peculiar influence, subduing them into receptiveness. It had been Gwendolenâs habit to think of the persons around her as stale books, too familiar to be interesting. Deronda had lit up her attention with a sense of novelty: not by words only, but by imagined facts, his influence had entered into the current of that self-suspicion and self-blame which awakens a new consciousness.
âI wish he could know everything about me without my telling him,â was one of her thoughts, as she sat leaning over the end of a couch, supporting her head with her hand, and looking at herself in a mirrorâ ânot in admiration, but in a sad kind of companionship. âI wish he knew that I am not so contemptible as he thinks me; that I am in deep trouble, and want to be something better if I could.â Without the aid of sacred ceremony or costume, her feelings had turned this man, only a few years older than herself, into a priest; a sort of trust less rare than the fidelity that guards it. Young reverence for one who is also young is the most coercive of all: there is the same level of temptation, and the higher motive is believed in as a fuller forceâ ânot suspected to be a mere residue from weary experience.
But the coercion is often stronger on the one who takes the reverence. Those who trust us educate us. And perhaps in that ideal consecration of Gwendolenâs, some education was being prepared for Deronda.
XXXVIRien ne pĂšse tant quâun secret
Le porter loin est difficile aux dames:
Et je sçais mesme sur ce fait
Bon nombre dâhommes qui sont femmes.
Meanwhile Deronda had been fastened and led off by Mr. Vandernoodt, who wished for a brisker walk, a cigar, and a little gossip. Since we cannot tell a man his own secrets, the restraint of being in his company often breeds a desire to pair off in conversation with some more ignorant person, and Mr. Vandernoodt presently said,
âWhat a washed-out piece of cambric Grandcourt is! But if he is a favorite of yours, I withdraw the remark.â
âNot the least in the world,â said Deronda.
âI thought not. One wonders how he came to have a great passion again; and he must have hadâ âto marry in this way. Though Lush, his old chum, hints that he married this girl out of obstinacy. By George! it was a very accountable obstinacy. A man might make up his mind to marry her without the stimulus of contradiction. But he must have made himself a pretty large drain of money, eh?â
âI know nothing of his affairs.â
âWhat! not of the other establishment he keeps up?â
âDiplow? Of course. He took that of Sir Hugo. But merely for the year.â
âNo, no; not Diplow: Gadsmere. Sir Hugo knows, Iâll answer for it.â
Deronda said nothing. He really began to feel some curiosity, but he foresaw that he should hear what Mr. Vandernoodt had to tell, without the condescension of asking.
âLush would not altogether own to it, of course. Heâs a confidant and go-between of Grandcourtâs. But I have it on the best authority. The fact is, thereâs another lady with four children at Gadsmere. She has had the upper hand of him these ten years and more, and by what I can understand has it stillâ âleft her husband for him, and used to travel with him everywhere. Her husbandâs dead now; I found a fellow who was in the same regiment with him, and knew this Mrs. Glasher before she took wing. A fiery dark-eyed womanâ âa noted beauty at that timeâ âhe thought she was dead. They say she has Grandcourt under her thumb still, and itâs a wonder he didnât marry her, for thereâs a very fine boy, and I understand Grandcourt can do absolutely as he pleases with the estates. Lush told me as much as that.â
âWhat right had he to marry this girl?â said Deronda, with disgust.
Mr. Vandernoodt, adjusting the end of his cigar, shrugged his shoulders and put out his lips.
âShe can know nothing of it,â said Deronda, emphatically. But that positive statement was immediately followed by an inward queryâ ââCould she have known anything of it?â
âItâs rather a piquant picture,â said Mr. Vandernoodtâ ââGrandcourt between two fiery women. For depend upon it this light-haired one has plenty of devil in her. I formed that opinion of her at Leubronn. Itâs a sort of Medea and CreĂŒsa business. Fancy the two meeting! Grandcourt is a new kind of Jason: I wonder what sort of a part heâll make of it. Itâs a dogâs part at best. I think I hear Ristori now, saying, âJasone! Jasone!â These fine women generally get hold of a stick.â
âGrandcourt can bite, I fancy,â said Deronda. âHe is no stick.â
âNo, no; I meant Jason. I canât quite make out Grandcourt. But heâs a keen fellow enoughâ âuncommonly well built too. And if he comes into all this property, the estates will bear dividing. This girl, whose friends had come to beggary, I understand,
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