Litchfield enquirer., 1869-06-03
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slip away from her through sheer weariness and want of energy. She had married, fifteen years before, man for whom she was in every way unitted-a man whom she neither loved nor respected. She had truly received her punishment; but think also that there was another side to the question. think that. wretched as might be her lot, she had inflicted yet deeper, a more unpardo donable injury upon him than upon herself. Possessed of talents of a certain brilliancy, yet weak and easily led, with woman of a strong an upright char acter for his wife, under whose influence he would necessarily to a certain extent have been brought, he might have attained to better things. believe there are many men of this sort; believe that there are some. even among those who sit in high places, upon whom the daily, hourly, life long influence of s sympathizing wife has wrought very powerfully. For weeks he would leave her, going to Paris with a friend, Mir. Sartolis, the owner of large estate in Devonshire, but who spent his time mostly abroad, except during the hunting season, when he was generally at Cheddington-a man who had not set foot on his land for forty years.
 My aunt used sometimes to plead for
 
 FrancisBas inexorable; pleading and com plaining were alike in vain, until she at last, half from the 1istlessness of a broken spirit, half from real suffering, faded away into the weak helpless woman she was at this time.eCOnce she had sought with an amazing courage O. childish imprudence, I know not which to call it, to persuade him to take her 10 Paris. ''Slle was tired of this life" ," she urged. eff London was denied to her, she would at least like to see little of the woYld-Ehat Parisian world to which he was always going"
 He looked at her with @ gloomy sheer. "See the world, madam? See the dev;l!" he answered, and strode out of the room. And think he was about right Misera- ble, lonely, desolate as Cheddington might be. it was better, yes, a thousand times better for her than Paris-with him. Not that hewould ever have consented to take her had she even expressed her willingness to look upon that parsonage to whom he had thought fit 10 allude. It was childish in her to ask 1t, but 1t was tue last time.
 shall never ask him again, my dear, ' she said, with plaintive querulousness to my mother. s' never"
 AS I had expected, he was civil enough to us ali during this visit. and when the SrAes'1tAS pCSoA WstS fSly dAAlOuS dUOttG unt ponds, that they should be well flooded at night, and that every thing should be ar ranged exactly as we liked. We had ou the whole a delightful week. There were some very pleasant men besides my two horrors, Mir. Sartoris and Lord Cosmo Fox, who, strange to say, though they didn t generally agree about things, both seemed very much smitten with Valerie. Aftor all, however, 1t was not strange that she and MT. Sartoris should be good deal togeth- CT; for, with the exception of Sir Francis, he was the only man in the house, think, who spoke any foreign language with suf- fcient fiuency to be able to talk with her. As for Lord Cosmo, it was droll enough :: not word of any other but his mother tongue. could that great scion of nobility utter; it was mute admiration on his part, confined to paying her clumsy attentions. l did hear him one day talking broken English to her, thinking, suppose, that style better suited to her infantine capa- city. 2A@ae0 f1s.A
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