Mark Hurdlestone - Or, The Two Brothers by Susanna Moodie
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work? Elinor, I would rather enlist as a common soldier, than live in
affluence, and he my benefactor. But I am poor now, and my love may have become valueless in your eyes," and he turned his fine eyes, moist with tears, reproachfully on his beautiful mistress. "I spoke not for myself," said Elinor, gently. "Is not the love that has sacrificed a fortune for my sake beyond all price? But the thought of ruining the man I love overwhelms me with despair." "Patience, my dear girl--time will remedy the evil. I am going to work hard to win a fortune. In a few years I shall return from India, a rich man." "India!" "It is the only spot on the earth where fortunes can be made in a few years." "But the dreadful climate--the many chances against you--" "I will brave all for your dear sake. Only promise to be true to me, Elinor; never whilst I live, to wed another." The promise was given, and sealed upon her lips, and the lovers parted with many sighs and tears; promising, by everything most holy and dear to them, to remain constant to each other. Such vows are too often traced in sand, to be washed out by the returning tide of passion or interest: sometimes by an unfortunate combination of untoward circumstances, over which the poor lover cannot exercise the least control. We shall see how Algernon and his Elinor kept their vows of |
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