Pelham — Volume 07 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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does the gentleman want? the poor young lady who was last here? Lord help
her!' "'What of her?' I called out, in a new alarm. 'What of her? Where has she gone? Who took her away?' "'Who took her?' mumbled the old woman, fretful at my impatient tone; 'Who took her? why, the mad doctor, to be sure!' "I heard no more; my frame could support no longer the agonies my mind had undergone; I fell lifeless on the ground. "When I recovered, it was in the dead of night. I was in bed, the old woman and the girl were at my side. I rose slowly and calmly. You know, all men who have ever suffered much, know the strange anomalies of despair--the quiet of our veriest anguish. Deceived by my bearing, I learned, by degrees, from my attendants, that Gertrude had some weeks since betrayed sudden symptoms of insanity; that these, in a very few hours, arose to an alarming pitch.--From some reason the woman could not explain, she had, a short time before, discarded the companion I had left with her; she was, therefore, alone among servants. They sent for the ignorant practitioners of the place; they tried their nostrums without success; her madness increased; her attendants, with that superstitious horror of insanity, common to the lower classes, became more and more violently alarmed; the landlady insisted on her removal; and--and--I told you, Peham--I told you--they sent her away--sent her to a madhouse! All this I listened to!--all!--aye, and patiently! I noted down the address of her present abode; it was about the distance of twenty miles from--. I ordered fresh horses and set off immediately. |
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