The Sorceress, v. 3 of 3

The Sorceress, v. 3 of 3

A Novel. BY M R S. O L I P H A N T, AUTHOR OF THE CHRONICLES OF CARLINGFORD, THE CUCKOO IN THE NEST, ETC., ETC. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. III. LONDON: F. V. WHITE & Co., 31, SOUTHAMPTON STREET, STRAND, W.C. 1893. (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED) PRINTED BY TILLOTSON AND SON, BOLTON, LONDON, NEW YORK, AND BERLIN. When Charlie Kingsward fled from Oxford, half mad with disappointment and misery, he had no idea or intention about the future left in his mind. He had come to one of those strange passes in life beyond which the imagination does not go. He had been rejected with that deepest contumely which takes the aspect of the sweetest kindness, when a woman affects the most innocent suspicion at the climax to which, consciously or unconsciously, she has been working up.{2} Oh, my poor boy, was that what you were thinking of? There is no way in which a blow can be administered with such sharp and keen effect. It made the young mans brain, which was only an ordinary brain, and for some time had exercised but small restraining power upon him in the hurry and sweep of his feelings, reel. When he pulled the door upon him of those gardens of Aminda, that fools paradise in which he had been wasting his youth, and which were represented in his case by a very ordinary suburban garden in that part of Oxford called the Parks, his rejected and disappointed passion had every possible auxiliary emotion to make it unbearable. Keen mortification, humiliation, the sharp sense of being mocked and deceived; the sudden conviction of having given what seemed to the half-maddened boy his whole life, for nothing whipped him like the lashes of the Furies. In most of the crises of life the thought what to do next occurs with almost the rapidity of lightning after a great catastrophe, but Charlie felt as if there was nothing beyond. The whole world had crumbled about him. There{3} was no next step; his very footing had failed him. He rushed back to his rooms by instinct, as a wounded creature would rush to its lair, but on his way was met by eager groups returning from the Schools, in which he ought to have been, discussing among each other the stiffness of the papers, and how they had been done. This would scarcely add to his pain, but it added to that sickening effort of absolute failure of the demolition of everything around and before him, which was what he felt the most. They made the impossible more impossible still, and cut off every retreat. When he stood in his room, amid all the useless books which he had not opened for days or weeks, and heard the others mounting the staircase outside his locked door, it seemed to the unhappy young man as though the floor under his feet was the last spot on which standing ground was possible, and that beyond and around there was nothing but chaos. For what reason and on what impulse he rushed to London it would be difficult to tell. He had little money, few friendsor rather none who were not also the friends of his familyno idea or intention of doing anything.{4} ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 53182
Author: Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Release Date: Oct 1, 2016
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Language: English