Infelice by Augusta Jane Evans Wilson
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discretion? Elise, I hold that pastors should be as circumspect, as
guarded as Roman vestals; and untainted society, guided by even the average standard of propriety, tolerates no latitudinarians among its Levites. I grieve that it is necessary for me to add, that I honour and bow in obedience to its exactions." The chilling severity of his tone smote like a flail the loving heart, which had rebelled only against the apparent lack of faith in its owner, and springing forward Mrs. Lindsay threw her arms around her brother's neck. "Oh, Peyton! don't look at me so sternly, as if I were a sort of domestic Caiaphas set to catechise and condemn you; or as if I were unjustly impugning your motives. It is all your fault,--of course it is,--for you have spoiled me by unreserved confidence heretofore, and you ought not to blame me in the least for feeling hurt when at this late day you indulge in mysteries. Now kiss me, and forget my ugly temper, and set it all down to that Pandora legacy of sleepless curiosity, which dear mother Eve received in her impudent tête-à-tête with the serpent, and which she spitefully saw fit to bequeath to every daughter who has succeeded her. So--we are at peace once more? Now keep your horrid secrets to yourself, and welcome!" "You persist in believing that they must inevitably be horrid?" said he, softly stroking her rosy cheek with his open palm. "I persist in begging that you will not expect me to adopt the acrobatic style, or require me to instantly attain sanctification _per saltum!_ You must be satisfied with the assurance that you are indeed my 'Royal Highness,' and that in my creed it is written the |
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