Coralie - Everyday Life Library No. 2 by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Monica) Brame
page 72 of 114 (63%)
page 72 of 114 (63%)
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God knows I would have given worlds to have rushed away. Never was man
more unwillingly drawn into an embarrassing situation. And that very day Agatha had promised to be my wife. It was high time I said something. Gently as my patience and embarrassment would allow me, I raised the girl. "Coralie," I said, gravely, "you are not yourself, I am sure." "It is for my life," she said. "I am asking for my life!" "You are easily excited and impulsive," I said; "that music has bewildered you. I do love you, Coralie; so does Clare. You are our kinswoman and our charge. How can we help loving you?" "Ah, me!" she moaned, "you will not understand; it is not that love, Edgar. I want to pass my life by your side. I want your joys to be mine--your sorrows to be mine, darling; I want to share your interests. Will you not understand?" "I do understand, Coralie. All the love of my heart is given--gone from me. Only this day I asked Miss Thesiger to be my wife, and she consented. All my love, my faith, my loyalty are hers." I shall never forget how that fair woman rose and looked at me. The love-light and the mist of tears died from her eyes. All the lovely color faded from her face. "You have slain me; you have given me, my death-blow!" "Nay, Coralie; you are too sensible and brave." |
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