The Story of Kennett by Bayard Taylor
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and I will not ask for an explanation, since you say you dare not give
it. But tell me one thing,--will it always be so? Are you bound forever, and will I never learn anything more? I can wait; but, mother, you know that these things work in a man's mind, and there will come a time when the knowledge of the worst thing that could be will seem better than no knowledge at all." Her face brightened a little. "Thank you, Gilbert!" she said. "Yes; there will come a day when you shall know all,--when you and me shall have justice. I do not know how soon; I cannot guess. In the Lord's good time. I have nigh out-suffered my fault, I think, and the reward cannot be far off. A few weeks, perhaps,--yet, maybe, for oh, I am not allowed even to hope for it!--maybe a few years. It will all come to the light, after so long--so long--an eternity. If I had but known!" "Come, we will say no more now. Surely I may wait a little while, when you have waited so long. I believe you, mother. Yes, I believe you; I am your lawful son." She rose, placed her hands on his shoulders, and kissed him. Nothing more was said. Gilbert raked the ashes over the smouldering embers on the hearth, lighted his mother's night-lamp, and after closing the chamber-door softly behind her, stole up-stairs to his own bed. It was long past midnight before he slept. |
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