Dynevor Terrace: or, the clue of life — Volume 2 by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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one object.'
'Yes; but how shameful to wish James to forget his Ordination.' 'A strong way of putting it. He asked too much: but he would have been, and may yet be, contented with concessions involving nothing wrong. His way of life can hardly have taught him to appreciate James's scruples, as we do; and even if right and wrong were more neatly partitioned between them than I think they are, it would still be hard on him to find this destined heir spurning his benefits.' 'What are you coming to, Louis! You think James right? 'I would give the world to think so, Clara. One motive is too high for praise, the other--No, I will say nothing of it. But I could wish I had not precipitated matters last year.' 'What, would you have robbed us of our few happy months?' 'It was your uncle whom I robbed; he would otherwise have come home like a good genius; but he found you all happy without him, and with no gratitude to spare for him. And there he sits at the head of that long melancholy table, trying to bring back days that have gone too far ever to be recalled, and only raising their spectres in this mocking finery; scarcely one man present, whose welcome comes from his heart; his mother past the days of heeding the display, except for his sake; his nephew rejecting him; you indignant and miserable. Oh, Clara! I never saw more plainly money given for that which is not bread, and labour for that which satisfieth not. Empty and hollow as the pageant was, I could better bear to take my part in it, |
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