Ernest Richard Seymour

Once a Week (1860)

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Ernest Richard Seymour Once a Week (1860)

Her mother had died when she was a mere child. Her father, though treating her always with a sort of sombre kindness, never had her confidence. She had no playfellow, except myself, and after Eldred became her accepted lover, there seemed, on some points, almost a distance between us. Besides, I was constantly away, and at last it appeared to me that my sweet cousin had bestowed on the one centre of affection the entire tendrils of her heart, and lived and breathed for none other.
I was just seventeen years of age when I returned to Yssbrooke to spend my last Harrow vacation.
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Ernest Richard Seymour Once a Week (1860)

Not to be prolix, I may at once come to what she did tell me—it was not for some hours after my arrival, nor until the stillness of the household, the absence of my uncle till close upon nightfall, and other circumstances had convinced me that something very serious had fallen out. Then the truth was told me by the lips of the old nurse, in sentences which seem as fresh and distinct to me now as on the night when my thirsty ears greedily drank them in, but which I would not put down intelligibly here, if I were to try for a lifetime.
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Ernest Richard Seymour Once a Week (1860)

Edith, too, tried to interest my sympathies in his favour.
“Cecil, he is so clever and learned,” she would say, “and he does so desire to be great. Oh! cousin, if you could learn from him!”
Thank God, I never did. The only deed for which he rendered himself famous, being the betrayal of the purest and warmest heart that ever beat.
The engagement between Eldred and my cousin hung on for, I should say, about two years. One other person in the household, besides myself, did not look upon the gentleman with the favour which he undoubtedly contrived to receive from the rest.
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