Miriam Monfort - A Novel by Catherine A. Warfield
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the reflection that she had been happy in her ignorance of his affairs,
and had experienced no strict privation during their short union, inevitably as this must later have been her portion, and certainly as, in her case, misery must have accompanied it. Her child, in the absence of all near relatives, became his charge, and the little three-year-old girl, her mother's image, grew into his closest affections by reason of this likeness and her very helplessness. Two years after the death of his wife, he espoused my mother, a bright and beautiful woman of his own age, with whom he met casually at a banker's dinner in London, and who, fascinated by his Christian graces, reached her fair Judaic hand over all lines of Purim prejudice, and placed it confidingly in his own for life, thereby, as I have said, relinquishing home and kindred forever. A hundred thousand pounds was a great fortune in those days and in our then modest republic, and this was the sum my parents brought with them from England--a heritage sufficiently large to have enriched a numerous family in America, but which was chiefly centred on one alone, as will be shown. My father, a proud, shy, fastidious man, had always been galled by the consciousness of my mother's Israelitish descent, which she never attempted to conceal or deny, although, to please his sensitive requisitions, she dispensed with most of its open observances. That she clung to it with unfailing tenacity to the last I cannot doubt, however, from memorials written in her own hand--a very characteristic one--and from the testimony of Mrs. Austin, her faithful friend and attendant--the nurse, let me mention here, of my father's little step-daughter during her mother's lifetime, and her brief orphanage, as |
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