Theresa Marchmont - or, the Maid of Honour by Mrs Charles Gore
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she seemed to shrink instinctively from every person with whom she
had been in habits of intercourse previous to her misfortune. I therefore consigned this helpless sufferer to the charge of the nurse of my own infancy, Alice Wishart; whom, from her constant residence at the Cross, Lady Greville had never seen. "This trustworthy woman, and her husband, who was also an hereditary retainer of our house, willingly devoted themselves to the melancholy service required; and hateful as Silsea had now become to my feelings, I broke up in part my establishment and became a restless and unhappy wanderer, seeking, in vain, oblivion of the past, or hope for the future. Would to God I had possessed sufficient fortitude to remain chained to the isolation of my miserable home! for then had we never met; and thou, my Helen, wouldst have escaped this hour of shame and sorrow." CHAPTER IV. "Courteous Lord--one word-- Sir, you and I have lov'd--but that's not it-- Sir, you and I must part."--_ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA_ "Hitherto I have had to dwell in my recitation on the vices and |
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