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Dunboyne, she told me, was a scholar, and a writer, and a rich man. His views on marriage were liberal in the extreme. Let his son find good principles, good temper, and good looks, in a wife, and he would promise to find the money. "I get these particulars," said Miss Jillgall, "from dear Euneece. They are surely encouraging? That Helena may carry out Mr.
Besides, he was always fondest of Euneece; she would live in his memory when he had forgotten the other the wretch, the traitress, the plotter, the fiend!" Miss Jillgall's good manners slipped, as it were, from under her; she clinched her fists as a final means of expressing her sentiments. "The wretched English language isn't half strong enough for me," she declared with a look of fury.
I felt grieved and angry and puzzled, all in one. Miss Jillgall stood looking at me, with her hands still on the place where her bosom was supposed to be. She made my temper hotter than ever. "I mean to marry Philip," I said. "Certainly, my dear Euneece. But please don't be so fierce about it." "If my father does really object to my marriage," I went on, "it must be because he dislikes Philip.
Philip, you don't quite understand my sweet Euneece. Honorable, high minded, delicate in her feelings, and, oh, so unselfish! I don't want to alarm you, but when she hears you have been deceiving Helena " "Upon my word, Miss Jillgall, you are so provoking! I have not been deceiving Helena. Haven't I told you what discouraging answers I got, when I went to see the Governor?
In the frightful catastrophe that has befallen her, she can still think of Philip and Euneece. She is eager to hear of their marriage, and renounces Helena with her whole heart. "I too was deceived by that cunning young Woman," she writes. "Beware of her, Selina. Unless I am much mistaken, she is going to end badly. Take care of Philip, take care of Euneece.
I could do neither the one nor the other. I could only look, look, look; held by the horror of it with a hand of iron. Helena must have roused her courage, and resisted her terror. I heard her speak: "Let me by!" "No." Slowly, steadily, in a whisper, Euneece made that reply. Helena tried once more still fighting against her own terror: I knew it by the trembling of her voice.
If I had not seen that danger, I should never have told you of the dreadful state of things at home. Go back to the good people at the farm, and leave the saving of Philip to me." "He was right, Euneece, entirely right." "No, dear, he was wrong. I begged him to come here, and judge for himself; and I ask you to do the same." I was obstinate. "Go back!" I persisted. "Go back to the farm!"
"This is so heart-breaking I almost wish I was back in the time, before you came home, the time when your detestable sister first showed how she hated me. I was happy, meanly happy, in the spiteful enjoyment of provoking her. Oh, Euneece, I shall never recover my spirits again! All the pity in the world would not be pity enough for you. So hardly treated! so young! so forlorn!
She talked of you, when I showed her your message, with affectionate interest and regret. Look back, my admirable friend, at what I have written on the two or three pages which precede this, and explain the astounding contrast if you can. I was left alone to watch by Philip, while Euneece went away to see her father.
Dunboyne know what changes had taken place since he and his son had last met, and what hope might yet present itself of brighter days for poor Euneece! I thought of writing to him. But how would that crabbed old man receive a confidential letter from a lady who was a stranger? My doubts were set at rest by Philip himself.
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