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180 THE PORTRAIT.
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XXIX.—THE PORTRAIT. ¦ ' • —: : *
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CHAPTER III. A few days after the imluck...
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^P Que La Cloche, Ce Soir Dans Les Airs ...
"Venerable vieillard , vous dont la voix murmure Des accents de douleur ,
Dites pourquoi , si tot , de son haleine impure , La 2 nort gla 9 a son cceur ?
Sa main saisit ma main , pnis il guida ma vue Dans un riant verger , La , sur la mousse en fleurs , line feinme et endue
Dormait pres d'un berger . D ' amour et de candeur la credule jeunesse
Ornait son front si doux ; Et sur elle planaient , humides de tendresse ,
Les yeux de son epoux . Mais lorsqu'il apercut le cercueil insensible
Qu ' avait ferine la rnort , Sm * les traits du pasteur passa sombre et terrible Un reflet du remord !
Cest assez , j ' ai compris . —Sans doute , infbrtunee , . ; Tu benis ton destin ; ;
Heureuse de finir ta penible journee Si pres de son matin ! Et moi , le coeur brise , penetrant dans la vie ,
Sans y voir de beaux _joiu _* s , Je disai : En ces lieux non plus qu ' en ma patrie
On ne _s'ainie toujours !
180 The Portrait.
180 THE PORTRAIT .
Xxix.—The Portrait. ¦ ' • —: : *
XXIX . —THE _PORTRAIT . ¦ ' — : : *
Chapter Iii. A Few Days After The Imluck...
CHAPTER III . A few days after the _imlucky mistake of tlie showing of the
portrait , as I was on the point of drawing aside the heavy portiere that hung across the entrance to the salonI overheard a few words
which made me pause , and sent the blood , dancing in my veins from anger . Mrs . Bethune was in conversation with one of her friends ,
a lady who had always shown me great and marked attention , and as I was the subject of their remarks I could not help my hand
Ibeing arrested when X heard " Mrs . Bethune say , that " her nephew intended to marry- me . " " Are you sure Miss _Lindores intends to
accept Mr . Mansfield ? " asked LadyC , in rather a _dubiotxs tone . " Could any one doubt it ? " was the sharp , rejoinder . " Emily has
too much good sense , " continued Mrs . Bethune , "to reject a proposal so advantageous to herone not likely to be made a second
, time to a young person in her position . " I knew from the tone of her voice that the speaker was irritated
at the idea that any one , especially Lady C , could be sceptical as to my acceptance of her estimable and accom 2 ) lished _nejtfiew . M \
pride * was too keenly wounded * to find any consolation in being
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), May 1, 1861, page 180, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01051861/page/36/
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