The Tenant of Wildfell Hall Anne BrontĂ« (librera reader .txt) đ
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âAll the company simultaneously pushed up their glasses to him, and I set them before him in a semicircle, and, tenderly patting him on the back, bid him drink, and he would soon see as bright a prospect as any of us; but he pushed them back, mutteringâ â
âââTake them away! I wonât taste it, I tell you. I wonâtâ âI wonât!â So I handed them down again to the owners; but I saw that he followed them with a glare of hungry regret as they departed. Then he clasped his hands before his eyes to shut out the sight, and two minutes after lifted his head again, and said, in a hoarse but vehement whisperâ â
âââAnd yet I must! Huntingdon, get me a glass!â
âââTake the bottle, man!â said I, thrusting the brandy-bottle into his handâ âbut stop, Iâm telling too much,â muttered the narrator, startled at the look I turned upon him. âBut no matter,â he recklessly added, and thus continued his relation: âIn his desperate eagerness, he seized the bottle and sucked away, till he suddenly dropped from his chair, disappearing under the table amid a tempest of applause. The consequence of this imprudence was something like an apoplectic fit, followed by a rather severe brain feverâ ââ
âAnd what did you think of yourself, sir?â said I, quickly.
âOf course, I was very penitent,â he replied. âI went to see him once or twiceâ ânay, twice or thriceâ âor byâr lady, some four timesâ âand when he got better, I tenderly brought him back to the fold.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, I restored him to the bosom of the club, and compassionating the feebleness of his health and extreme lowness of his spirits, I recommended him to âtake a little wine for his stomachâs sake,â and, when he was sufficiently reestablished, to embrace the media-via, ni-jamais-ni-toujours planâ ânot to kill himself like a fool, and not to abstain like a ninnyâ âin a word, to enjoy himself like a rational creature, and do as I did; for, donât think, Helen, that Iâm a tippler; Iâm nothing at all of the kind, and never was, and never shall be. I value my comfort far too much. I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one-half his days and mad the other; besides, I like to enjoy my life at all sides and ends, which cannot be done by one that suffers himself to be the slave of a single propensityâ âand, moreover, drinking spoils oneâs good looks,â he concluded, with a most conceited smile that ought to have provoked me more than it did.
âAnd did Lord Lowborough profit by your advice?â I asked.
âWhy, yes, in a manner. For a while he managed very well; indeed, he was a model of moderation and prudenceâ âsomething too much so for the tastes of our wild community; but, somehow, Lowborough had not the gift of moderation: if he stumbled a little to one side, he must go down before he could right himself: if he overshot the mark one night, the effects of it rendered him so miserable the next day that he must repeat the offence to mend it; and so on from day to day, till his clamorous conscience brought him to a stand. And then, in his sober moments, he so bothered his friends with his remorse, and his terrors and woes, that they were obliged, in self-defence, to get him to drown his sorrows in wine, or any more potent beverage that came to hand; and when his first scruples of conscience were overcome, he would need no more persuading, he would often grow desperate, and be as great a blackguard as any of them could desireâ âbut only to lament his own unutterable wickedness and degradation the more when the fit was over.
âAt last, one day when he and I were alone together, after pondering awhile in one of his gloomy, abstracted moods, with his arms folded and his head sunk on his breast, he suddenly woke up, and vehemently grasping my arm, saidâ â
âââHuntingdon, this wonât do! Iâm resolved to have done with it.â
âââWhat, are you going to shoot yourself?â said I.
âââNo; Iâm going to reform.â
âââOh, thatâs nothing new! Youâve been going to reform these twelve months and more.â
âââYes, but you wouldnât let me; and I was such a fool I couldnât live without you. But now I see what it is that keeps me back, and whatâs wanted to save me; and Iâd compass sea and land to get itâ âonly Iâm afraid thereâs no chance.â And he sighed as if his heart would break.
âââWhat is it, Lowborough?â said I, thinking he was fairly cracked at last.
âââA wife,â he answered; âfor I canât live alone, because my own mind distracts me, and I canât live with you, because you take the devilâs part against me.â
âââWhoâ âI?â
âââYesâ âall of you doâ âand you more than any of them, you know. But if I could get a wife, with fortune enough to pay off my debts and set me straight in the worldâ ââ
âââTo be sure,â said I.
âââAnd sweetness and goodness enough,â he continued, âto make home tolerable, and to reconcile me to myself, I think I should do yet. I shall never be in love again, thatâs certain; but perhaps that would be no great matter, it would enable me to choose with my eyes openâ âand I should make a good husband in spite of it; but could anyone be in love with me?â âthatâs the question. With your good looks and powers of fascinationâ (he was pleased to say), âI might hope; but as it is, Huntingdon, do you think anybody would take meâ âruined and wretched as I am?â
âââYes, certainly.â
âââWho?â
âââWhy, any neglected old maid, fast sinking in despair, would be delighted toâ ââ
âââNo, no,â said heâ ââit must be somebody that I can love.â
âââWhy, you just said you never could be in love again!â
âââWell, love is not the wordâ âbut somebody that I can like. Iâll search all England through, at all events!â he cried, with a sudden burst
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