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Updated: June 10, 2025
At this very moment, while the crimson wings of morning were casting delicate reflections on tree, and bush, and rock, they were also reddening innumerable waves round a ship that sailed alone, with a wide horizon stretching like an eternity around it; and in the advancing morning stood a young man thoughtfully looking off into the ocean, with a book in his hand, James Marvyn, as truly and heartily a creature of this material world as Mary was of the invisible and heavenly.
Mrs. Marvyn had known all the story of her son's love, and to no other woman would she have been willing to resign him; but her love to Mary was so deep, that she thought of his union with her more as gaining a daughter than as losing a son.
Dem dat isn't free has nuffin to gib to nobody; dey can't show what dey would do." "Well, Candace, from this day you are free," said Mr. Marvyn, solemnly. Candace covered her face with both her fat hands, and shook and trembled, and, finally, throwing her apron over her head, made a desperate rush for the door, and threw herself down in the kitchen in a perfect tropical torrent of tears and sobs.
In the evening James Marvyn came down, and was welcomed with the greatest demonstrations of joy by all but Mary, who sat distant and embarrassed, after the first salutations had passed. The Doctor was innocently paternal; but we fear that on the part of the young man there was small reciprocation of the sentiments he expressed.
Marvyn was so constantly thinking of him, that it was difficult to begin on any topic that did not in some manner or other knit itself into the one ever present in her thoughts. None of the peculiar developments of the female nature have a more exquisite vitality than the sentiment of a frail, delicate, repressed, timid woman for a strong, manly, generous son.
Marvyn watched it a few moments, the gay creature, so full of exultant life, and then smothered down an inward groan, and Mary thought she heard her saying, "Thy will be done!" "Mary," she said, gently, "I hope you will forget all I said to you that dreadful day. It had to be said, or I should have died.
"I assure you, Sir," said Mr. Marvyn, "if I speak, it is not to excuse myself. But I am quite sure my servants do not desire liberty, and would not take it, if it were offered." "Call them in and try it," said the Doctor. "If they refuse, it is their own matter." There was a gentle movement in the group at the directness of this personal application; but Mr. Marvyn replied, calmly,
Zebedee Marvyn, the father of James, was the sample of an individuality so purely the result of New England society and education, that he must be embodied in our story as a representative man of the times. He owned a large farm in the immediate vicinity of Newport, which he worked with his own hands and kept under the most careful cultivation.
I couldn't hab no better friends 'n you an' Missis." "Would you like your liberty, if you could get it, though?" said Mr. Marvyn, "Answer me honestly." "Why, to be sure I should! Who wouldn't? Mind ye," she said, earnestly raising her black, heavy hand, "'ta'n't dat I want to go off, or want to shirk work; but I want to feel free.
And Jim Marvyn, he was standing at the door, and they told him it wasn't proper that he should see till the time come; but he begged so hard that he might just have one peep, that I let him come in, and he looked at her as if she was something he wouldn't dare to touch; and he said to me softly, says he, 'I'm 'most afraid she has got wings somewhere that will fly away from me, or that I shall wake up and find it is a dream.
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