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Updated: June 26, 2025
It is a moment similar to that in which Tasso has so beautifully described the change in Clorinda's mind, after she had been mortally wounded by the hand of Tancred, but in which he was enabled to give her the inspiration of a greater faith, and the charity of a more gentle religion: Amico h'ai vinto: io te perdon.
"It wasn't very nice at that little girl's house" and a troubled expression swept over her face "but the little girl was nice, and she hadn't any child." Clorinda's countenance expressed no sorrow, but stared up at her mother unblinkingly. Phronsie bent over and dropped a kiss on the red lips. "Maybe she'll come again some day, if I watch by the big gate." "My goodness me!"
Anne felt it all about her, and remembered it until she was an aged woman. Clorinda's bosom rose high in an exultant, rapturous sigh. "'Tis the Spring that comes," she murmured breathlessly. "Never hath it come to me before." Even as she said the words, at the very moment of her speaking, Fate a strange Fate indeed brought to her yet another visitor.
Cyrus was bound over to secrecy, as was also Jonas Hicks, who, after some haggling, sold them his finest turkey for two dollars and thirty cents. "Cyrus is gettin' real handy and accommodatin'," said Clorinda the next morning, when they were all in the kitchen, and Jason, ignobly arrayed in Clorinda's kitchen-belle apron, was chopping, and Minty was seeding raisins.
The great Hall, which had once been a fine old place, was almost a ruin. Its carved oak and noble rooms and galleries were all of its past splendours that remained. All had been sold that could be sold, and all the outcome had been spent. The county, indeed, wondered where Mistress Clorinda's fine clothes came from, and knew full well why she was not taken to court to kneel to the Queen.
Well, if there was anything she could do she might as well do it, she told him briefly, and he, with equal brevity, gave her directions for finding some old lady who lived on the Elm Creek road and to whom Corona had read tracts. "Tracts are a mild dissipation of Aunt Clorinda's," he said. "She fairly revels in them. She is half blind and has missed Corona very much."
"Your Grace it is this lady who is to do me the great honour of becoming my Lady Dunstanwolde." And as the deep, tawny brown eye of the man bending before her flashed into her own, for the first time in her life Mistress Clorinda's lids fell, and as she swept her curtsey of stately obeisance her heart struck like a hammer against her side.
"Something of you the best of you went into each of them." Clorinda went out and brought her cornery armful in. "I didn't forget you, Aunt Emmy," she said, as she unpinned the paper. There was a rosebush Clorinda's own pet rosebush all snowed over with fragrant blossoms. Aunt Emmy loved flowers. She put her finger under one of the roses and kissed it.
Before he went away he bent low and long over Clorinda's hand, pressing his lips to it with a tenderness which strove not to conceal itself. And the hand was not withdrawn, her ladyship standing in sweet yielding, the tender crimson trembling on her cheek.
"I tells yer dar's been somethin' agoing on in dis house," pursued Clorinda. "Dat ar bracelet losing was all of a piece wid what went afore. Missus was awful mad at me for saying so, but I don't care. She's queer stuck up like. There's Miss Elsie, sweet allers as a young kitten!" "Yes, yes," Dolf said, ready to agree with anything in order to get at the heart of Clorinda's mystery.
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