Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
has now the power-- the men, the arms, but there will be
some lucky hour which shall find him unprovided, when . "
She again appealed to the youth, whose impetuosity was
again becoming conspicuous.
You promised me, Ernest." .
Forgive me, dearest �I did promise you, and I will forbear
to speak of the reptile ; but my blood boi}s when I but hear
his name, and I forget myself for the moment."
All, Ernest, you are but too prone to forgetting.""Perhaps so, Janet: your charge is true; but you I never
forget ; my love for you goes along with every thought, and
forms a part of the predominant mood, whatever that may be.
Thus, even when I think of this man, whose name inflames
my blood until I pant for the shedding of his, one of the influ-
ences which stimulates my anger is the thought of you. He
comes between us ; he fills your father's mind with hostility to
me, and he seeks you, Janet, he seeks you for his own."
Nay, Ernest, why should you think so ? He has made no
avowal ; and I am sure the regard of my father for you has
undergone no change."" It is so, nevertheless ; and your father is too weak and too
timid, whatever may be his affections, to venture to maintain
opinions in hostility to those who command him when they
please. He has denounced me to your father, that I know ;
he seeks you, I believe ; and much I fear me, Janet, your
father will yield to his suggestions in all cases, and both of us
will become the victims."
As the youth thus addressed her, the tears departed from
her eyes, and the expression which followed upon her face was
calm and, pleasantly composed. There was no rigidity in its
muscles ; each feature seemed to maintain its natural place ;
and her words were slow, and uttered in the gentlest tones.
"Have no fear of this, Ernest, I pray you. Should this
man, should my father, should all, so far mistake me, as to
entertain a thought that I could yield to a union with Barsfield,
do not you mistake me. I will not vow to you, Ernest ; I have
no protestations to make, I know not how to make them ; but
you will understand, and you will believe me in the assurance