The Sorceress, v. 2 of 3

The Sorceress, v. 2 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. II. 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. It was perhaps a very good thing for Bee at this distracting and distracted moment of her life, that her mothers illness came in to fill up every thought. Her own little fabric of happiness crumbled down about her ears like a house of cards, only as it was far more deeply founded and strongly built, the downfall was with a rumbling that shook the earth and a dust that rose up to the skies. Heaven was blurred out to her by the rising clouds, and all the earth was full of the noise, like an earthquake, of the falling walls. She could not get that sound out of her ears even in Mrs. Kingswards sick room, where the quiet was preternatural, and everybody spoke in the lowest tone, and every step was hushed. Even then it went on roaring, the stones and the rafters flying, the storms of dust and ruin blackening the air, so that Bee could not but wonder that nobody saw them, that the atmosphere was not thick and stifling with those debris that were continually falling about her own ears. For everything was coming down; not only the idol and the shrine he abode in, but heaven and earth, in which she felt that no truth, no faith, could dwell any longer. Who was there to believe in? Not any man if not Aubrey; not any goodness, any truth, if not hisnot anything! For it was without object, without warning, for nothing at all, that he had deserted her, as if it had been of no importance: with the ink not dry on his letter, with her name still upon his lips. A great infidelity, like a great faith, is always something. It is tragic, one of the awful events of life in which there is, or may be, fate; an evil destiny, a terrible chastisement prepared beforehand. In such a case one can at least feel ones self only a great victim, injured by God himself and the laws of the universe, though that was not the common fashion of thought then, as it is now-a-days. But Bees downfall did not mean so much as that it was not intended by anyonenot even by the chief worker in it. He had meant to hold Bee fast with one hand while he amused himself with the other. Amused himselfoh, heaven! Bees heart seemed to contract with a speechless spasm of anguish and rage. That she should be of no more account than that! Played with as if she were nobodythe slight creature of a moment. She, Bee! She, Colonel Kingswards daughter! ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 51816
Author: Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Release Date: Apr 21, 2016
Format: eBook
Language: English