Lizzie Leigh by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
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doctor. She is asleep now, and your mother is watching her. I wanted to
tell you all myself. Would you like to see your mother?" "No!" said he. "I would rather see none but thee. Mother told me thou knew'st all." His eyes were downcast in their shame. But the holy and pure did not lower or veil her eyes. She said, "Yes, I know all--all but her sufferings. Think what they must have been!" He made answer, low and stern, "She deserved them all; every jot." "In the eye of God, perhaps she does. He is the Judge; we are not." "Oh!" she said, with a sudden burst, "Will Leigh! I have thought so well of you; don't go and make me think you cruel and hard. Goodness is not goodness unless there is mercy and tenderness with it. There is your mother, who has been nearly heart-broken, now full of rejoicing over her child. Think of your mother." "I do think of her," said he. "I remember the promise I gave her last night. Thou shouldst give me time. I would do right in time. I never think it o'er in quiet. But I will do what is right and fitting, never fear. Thou hast spoken out very plain to me, and misdoubted me, Susan; I love thee so, that thy words cut me. If I did hang back a bit from making sudden promises, it was because not even for love of thee, would I say what I was not feeling; and at first I could not feel all at once as thou wouldst have me. But I'm not cruel and hard; for if I had been, I should na' have grieved as I have done." |
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