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Oh, Molly, said Cynthia, trembling all over, but trying to be calm, I am not engagedneither to the person you mean, nor to Mr. Preston. Mr. Preston forced a smile. I think I have some letters that would convince Miss Gibson of the truth of what I have said; and which will convince Mr. Osborne Hamley, if necessaryI conclude it is to him she is alluding. I am quite puzzled by you both, said Molly. The only thing I do know is, that we ought not to be standing here at this time of evening, and that Cynthia and I must go home directly. If you want to talk to Miss Kirkpatrick, Mr. Preston, why dont you come to my fathers house, and ask to see her openly, and like a gentleman? I am perfectly willing, said he; I shall only be too glad to explain to Mr. Gibson on what terms I stand in relation to her. If I have not done it sooner, it is because I have yielded to her wishes. Pray, pray dont, Mollyyou dont know allyou dont know anything about it; you mean well and kindly, I know, but you are only making mischief. I am quite well enough to walk, do let us go; I will tell you all about it, when we are at home. She took Mollys arm and tried to hasten her away; but Mr. Preston followed, talking as he walked by their side. I do not know what you will say at home; but can you deny that you are my promised wife? can you deny that it has only been at your earnest request that I have kept the engagement secret so long? He was unwise Cynthia stopped, and turned at bay. Since you will have it outsince I must speak, I own that what you say is literally true; that, when I was a neglected girl of sixteen, youwhom I believed to be a friendlent me money at my need, and made me give you a promise of marriage. Made you! said he, laying an emphasis on the first word. Cynthia turned scarlet. Made is not the right word, I confess. I liked you thenyou were almost my only friendand, if it had been a question of immediate marriage, I dare say I should never have objected. But I know you better now; and you have persecuted me so of late, that I tell you once for all (as I have told you before, till I am sick of the very words), that nothing shall ever make me marry you. Nothing! I see theres no chance of escaping exposure and, I dare say, losing my character and, I know, losing all the few friends I have. Never me, said Molly, touched by the wailing tone of despair that Cynthia was falling into. It is hard, said Mr. Preston. You may believe all the bad things you like about me, Cynthia, but I dont think you can doubt my real, passionate, disinterested love for you. I do doubt it, said Cynthia, breaking out with fresh energy. Ah! when I think of the self-denying affection I have seenI have knownaffection that thought of others before itself Mr. Preston broke in at the pause she made. She was afraid of revealing too much to him. You do not call it love which has been willing to wait for yearsto be silent while silence was desiredto suffer jealousy and to bear neglect, relying on the solemn promise of a girl of sixteenfor solemn say flimsy, when that girl grows older! Cynthia, I have loved you, and I do love you, and I cant give you up. If you will but keep your word, and marry me, Ill swear Ill make you love me in return. Oh, I wishI wish Id never borrowed that unlucky money; it was the beginning of it all. Oh, Molly, I have saved and scrimped to repay it, and he wont take it now; I thought, if I could but repay it, it would set me free. |
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