“ On the white walls of a handsome country seat just on the banks of the Connecticut, the light of the April sunset falls, and the soft April wind kisses the fair cheek and lifts the golden curls of the young mistress of Spring Bank—for so, in memory of the olden time, have they named their new home—Hugh and Alice, who, arm in arm, walk up and down the terraced garden, talking softly of the way they have been led, and gratefully ascribing all praise to Him who rules and overrules, but does nought save good to those who love Him. ”
Mary Jane Holmes
Summary
"Bad Hugh," a novel by Mary Jane Holmes, unfolds in the idyllic setting of Spring Bank, a Connecticut estate, where themes of love, familial duty, and personal redemption intertwine. Centered on Hugh and Alice, whose relationship is tested by past regrets and societal expectations, the narrative also explores the struggles of Adah, Lina, and Anna, each grappling with identity and a sense of place.
The text delves into emotional conflicts, moral choices, and the weight of inherited responsibilities, with the theme of "doctor" underscoring the tension between professional commitment and human vulnerability. Holmes crafts a tale where personal redemption and the consequences of concealed truths shape the characters' fates.
Quotes from Bad Hugh (Mary Jane Holmes)
“ Alice asked, and instantly the great tears gathered in Hugh's dark eyes as he replied: "Don't say who is she, but who was she. I've never told a living being before. Golden Hair was a bright angel who crossed my path one day, and then disappeared forever, leaving behind the sweetest memory a mortal man ever possessed. She's dead, Chestnut Locks," and he twined one of Alice's curls around his finger. "It's weak for men to cry, but I have cried many a night for her, when the clouds were crying, too, and I heard against my window the rain which I knew was falling upon her little grave." ”
“ One mother had claimed her own, but alas, the fond cry of welcome to sweet Adah Hastings was a death knell to 'Lina, for it seemed to shut her out of that gentle woman's heart. There was no place for her, and in her terrible desolation she stood alone, her eyes wandering wistfully from one to another, but turning very quickly when they fell on the white-haired Densie, her mother. She would not have it so; she could not own the woman she had affected to despise, that servant for her mother, that villain for her father, and worse—oh, infinitely worse than all—she had no right to be born! ”
