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AXD THE GHOST'S BARGAIN. 407 |
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The Chemist looked at the man, standing in self-abasement and degradation before him, and would have looked longer, in an ineffectual struggle for enlightenment, but that Milly resumed her late position by his side, and attracted his attentive gaze to her own face.
" See how low he is sunk, how lost he is!" she whispered, stretching out her arm towards him, without looking from the Chemist's face. " If you could remember all that is connected with him, do you not think it would move your pity to reflect that one you ever loved (do not let us mind how long ago, or in what belief that he has forfeited), should come to this ?"
" I hope it would," he answered. " I believe it would."
His eyes wandered to the figure standing near the door, but came back speedily to her, on whom he gazed intently, as if he strove to learn some lesson from every tone of her voice, and every beam of her eyes.
" I have no learning, and you have much," said Milly; " I am not used to think, and you are always thinking. May I tell you why it seems to me a good thing for us, to remember wrong that has been done us ?"
"Yes."
" That we may forgive it."
" Pardon me, great Heaven !" said Redlaw, lifting up his eyes, " for having thrown away thine own high attribute !"
" And if," said Milly, " if your memory should one day be restored, as we will hope and pray it may be, would it not be a blessing to you to recall at once a wrong and its forgiveness ?"
He looked at the figure by the door, and fastened his attentive eyes on her again ; a ray of clearer light appeared to him to shine into his mind, from her bright face.
" He cannot go to his abandoned home. He does not seek to go there. He knows that he could only carry shame and trouble to those he has so cruelly neglected; and that the best reparation he can make them now, is to avoid them. A very little money carefully bestowed, would remove him to some distant place, where he might live and do no wrong, and make such atonement as is left within his power for the wrong he has done. To the unfortunate lady who is his wife, and to his son, this would be the best and kindest boon that their best friend could give them—one too that they need never know of; and to him, shattered in reputation, mind, and body, it might be salvation."
He took her head between his hands, and kissed it, and said : " It shall be done. I trust to you to do it for me, now and secretly; and to tell him that I would forgive him, if I were so happy as to know for what." |
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