This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 edition. Excerpt: ... Kennedy has suggested, and defy the gossips. It is very necessary you should remain in your present sheltered position.' ' I don't know what to do, ' exclaimed Liza, springing to her feet and clasping her hands wildly; ' never, never was any woman placed as I am. I can trust no one, because my father rooted ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 edition. Excerpt: ... Kennedy has suggested, and defy the gossips. It is very necessary you should remain in your present sheltered position.' ' I don't know what to do, ' exclaimed Liza, springing to her feet and clasping her hands wildly; ' never, never was any woman placed as I am. I can trust no one, because my father rooted trust out of my heart; I can love no one, because I was taught to scoff at love, to believe it either a poet's sickly dream, or a man's cruel selfishness; and I am all alone--all alone in a world that I hate and that I cannot understand. I did believe in Mrs. Verney, and how did she requite my kindness? I dare not care for you, Miss Farrer, for fear I may find out you only keep me here to pay your rates and taxes, and help you in your money matters; and as to Mr. Kennedy, I wonder how many times I have heard of his evil intentions towards me. Oh! I would a thousand times rather be in Bridge-porth. I should have the sea, and the cliffs, and Laura Buckworth--that is to say, if her mother would let her come to me. Mrs. Buckworth is, after all, the only really truthful person I ever met; not even to help herself and her children would she let me have Laura. I shall go to her and ask her to help me.' Miss Farrer looked at Liza in dismay. The placid, even, uneventful life she had lived had not fitted her to cope with such a nature. Life had treated her hardly, and she had complained to Hyacinth quietly of the hardness; but she would no more have allowed to the world at large that all had not been halcyon weather with her, than she would have questioned the Bible, or allowed theories anent the foundations of the faith to be discussed in her presence--two things that were quite impossible for her to contemplate. Accepting every bond that could be...
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