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She thought of the care that she would give her child as she grew up, and of Lord Walter's delight in his little daughter when the time should come that she could talk and ride with him. But before the baby was a year old, all Griselda's dreams were broken. Lord Walter said to himself, "It is easy for Griselda to keep her promise when I ask of her nothing that is not just and right.
Griselda's heart was very sore when she heard of this letter. But she went on quietly with each day's work. She did not even speak of the letter to her husband. At last Lord Walter spoke before all his court, and with no knightly gentleness. "Griselda," he said, "there is no freedom in the life of one who rules. I may not act after my own wish as any laborer on my land may do.
And in considering the relation of means to ends, it would have been mere folly to have been guided by the exceptional and idyllic to have recommended that Gwendolen should wear a gown as shabby as Griselda's in order that a marquis might fall in love with her, or to have insisted that since a fair maiden was to be sought, she should keep herself out of the way. Mr.
Lord Lufton, I think; but perhaps it is not necessary to explain Had you not come up to town I should have written to you, probably to-day. Whatever may be dear Griselda's fate in life, I sincerely hope that she may be happy." "I think she will," said Mrs. Grantly, in a tone that expressed much satisfaction. "Has has anything "
Twice a year, on fine days in spring and fall, Aunt Griselda's bombazine dresses were taken from the whitewashed closet and hung out to air upon the clothesline at the back of the house, while pungent odours of tar and camphor were exhaled from the full black folds.
The child heard the mother's voice, raised his head, and stretched forth his hands to Griselda, but she was gone and Ambition had gone with her. But Death remained with Griselda's little one. The theatre was more brilliant that night than ever before.
At this moment, when she perceived that her husband was disgusted by Griselda's caprice, she said all she could think of in her favour: she recollected every anecdote of Griselda's childhood, which showed an amiable disposition; and argued, that it was not probable her temper should have entirely changed in a few years.
It did not occur to him at the moment that he had truly found Griselda's going a great relief, and that he had been able to do more in the way of conversation with Lucy Robarts in one hour than with Miss Grantly during a month of intercourse in the same house. But, nevertheless, we should not be hard upon him.
Never had she known her little "missie" so altogether submissive and reasonable. "I only hope the child's not going to be ill," she said to herself. But she proved a skilful ambassadress, notwithstanding her misgivings; and Griselda's imprisonment confined her only to the bounds of the house and terrace walk, instead of within the four walls of her own little room, as she had feared.
It sounded something like the three bears, all speaking one after the other, only Griselda's voice was not like Tiny's; it was the loudest of the three. "In a clock!" she exclaimed; "but it can't be alive, then?" "Why not?" said Miss Grizzel. "I don't know," replied Griselda, looking puzzled.
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