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The laird of Clarenoc a fine property, of which Algitha might have been mistress had received polite discouragement, much to his surprise and that of the neighbourhood. Even Ernest, who was by no means worldly, questioned the wisdom of his sister's decision; for the laird of Clarenoc was a good fellow, and after all, let them talk as they liked, what was to become of a girl unless she married?
Hadria, fired by opposition, declared that the success of great people was due not simply to their greatness, but to some smaller and commoner quality which brought them in touch with the majority, and so gave their greatness a chance. At this, there was such a howl of indignation that Algitha remonstrated. "We shall be heard, if you don't take care," she warned.
That's exactly what women always do and always have done, and plume themselves upon it. And so this ridiculous farce is kept up, because these wretched women go smiling about the world, hugging their stupid resignation to their hearts, and pampering up their sickly virtue, at the expense of their sex. Hang their virtue!" Algitha laughed.
But even now the Especs were not without representatives; for, by his Anglo-Saxon spouse Algitha, the Anglo-Norman warrior who fell in Gascony left two sons, and of the two one was named Walter, the other Osbert. While Dame Algitha Espec lived, the young Especs scarcely felt the loss they had sustained in the death of their father.
"I don't say she is doing right, but you must remember that you have not the temperament that prompts to these outbursts. I suppose that is only to say that you are better than Hadria, by nature. I think perhaps you are, but remember you have had the life and the work that you chose above all others she has not." "Heaven knows I don't set myself above Hadria," cried Algitha.
I laughed. 'Well, my dear fellow, Wilkins observed calmly, 'I mean no offence, but what on earth is a girl to do with herself if she doesn't marry?" "What did you reply?" asked Ernest with curiosity. "Oh, I said that was an unimportant detail, and changed the subject." Algitha was still scornful, but Hadria looked meditative. "Harold Wilkins has a practical mind," she observed.
"Algitha, there is just one solitary weapon that can't be taken from a woman and so it is considerately left to her. Ah, it is a dangerous toy when brandished dexterously! Sometimes it sends a man or two away howling. Our pastors and masters have a wholesome dread of the murderous thing and what wails, and satires, and lamentations it inspires! Consult the literature of all lands and ages!
The question that she and Algitha thought they had decided long ago, began to beat again at the door of her conscience and her pity. Her reason still asserted that the suffering which people entail upon themselves, through a frustrated desire to force their own law of conduct on others, must be borne by themselves, as the penalty of their own tyrannous instinct and of their own narrow thought.
As the two figures entered, there was a faint sound of quick panting, and a moan. Hadria rushed to the bedside. "Quick, quick, some brandy," she called. Algitha flew to the table for the brandy, noticing with horror, as she passed, that the nurse had fallen asleep at her post. Algitha shook her hastily. "Go and call Mr. Fullerton," she said sharply, "and quick, quick." The patient was sinking.
Because the heartless Algitha had left home, it seemed to Mrs. Fullerton that the very least that Hadria could do, was to carry out her mother's lightest wish. And so the weeks went by, in dreary, troublous fashion, cut into a hundred little barren segments. The mind had no space, or stretch, or solitude. It was incessantly harassed, and its impetus was perpetually checked. But Hadria hoped on.
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