For the Term of His Natural Life
ing with which Sylvia had approached the last and most dreaded abiding place of the elaborate convict system, under which it had been her misfortune to live, had not decreased. The sights and sou
he was going, lest he should thrill her wit
when he recounted to her the scene of the gaol-gang. "These un
ot the courage. I'd take the best man
witness so much misery and villa
red. "Where is the charge-book? I've told you always to have it ready for me. Why don't you d
please
s finger down the leaves, he commented on the list of offences to
e and striking a light. W. Barnes, not in place at muster; says he was 'washing himself'-I'll wash him! John Richards, missing muster and insolence. John Gateby, insolence and insubordination. James
es
is doing credit t
do you
him. "Maurice, I wish you would not use such language. You know I dislike it." She spoke coldl
't bear to hear her husband sw
ou," said she, wearily. "Don't le
nstantly. "Ah! Mr. North, I did not expect you. What brings you here? You'll stay to dinner, of course." (She rang the bell without
to'. She seized the book with avidity, and, after running h
answer to her thought. "He seems to have been a great r
er read French novels,"
member a worthy friend of mine in Sydney who soundly abused me for reading 'Rabelais', and when I asked him
y good? Papa told
he sailor being taught in prison by the priest, and sent back into the
ed she; and then, with feminine per
arvel, and becoming rich-as Dr. Johnson says, 'beyond the drea
doe
n all his ene
his greatest enemy, and Dantès s
ad. "It seems interesting
h regretting what he had said. Mrs. Frere beat her foot on the floor, and at length, raising her eyes, and
gh he disliked the clergyman, yet was glad of anyb
ring Mrs. Fr
not a good thing to be always poring over print, is it, North?
jollity with which husbands of h
er disagree upon the subject of wifely duties? However, I shall read in spite of you. Do you know, Mr. North, that
, not understanding
is suavity at the sight of food. "I never have a shirt fit t
rred to him. "Le grand écueil est le ridicule," and his mind began to sou
ut to be weak to be an object of contempt; and his gross nature triumphed over the finer one of his wife. Love had long since died out of their life. The young, impulsive, delicate girl, who had given herself to him seven years before, had been changed into a weary, suffering woman. The wife is what her husband makes her, and his rude animalism had made her the nervous invalid she was. Instead of love, he had awakened in her a distaste which at times amounted to disgust. We have neither the skill nor the boldness of that profound philosopher whose autopsy of the human heart awoke North's contemplation, and we will
rendered him silent, instead of talkative. He drank that he might forget unpleasant memories, and drank without accomplishing his objec
the ease of possession, as one who should s
sic, and I'm not inclined to sing.
should it be more out of pl
er unsuited to these melancholy surroundi
piano, the ottomans, and the looking-glass. "Well, the house is
ce is very gloomy to me. The thought of the unhappy men wh
"The ruffians deserve all they get and more. Wh
rength of their temptation, the
hard voice, and taking up a book suddenly. "They must
for the worst of evil-doe
ined or unable to re
ciful; I am here to keep these scoundrels in o
t an accident might have made any one of us like
as suddenly
ly recovered, as he did in Burgess's parlour, at Port Arthur, seven years ago. "I am liable to these attacks. A touch o
hastly manner. "I-I will. If I do not appear fo
l not last so long as
eplying, "Sometimes longer. It is, a-um-uncertain," in a confused an
from Mr.
at's the m
Troke. Mr. Troke said you'd left orders to be t
s, I think, sir. They had a hard fight t
ll him that I shall have the pleasure of breaking M
ing to the conversation in undisguised alar
o him?" asks her husband, with
onymous with suffering and torture, because whatever wrong he may have
devouring her with his glance, saw tears in her eyes. "Does this look
forehead with the old troubled gesture-"he cannot have been
Let me hear you no more. The man is rebellious, and must be lashed b
ied poor Sylvia, her self-possession overthrown. "Y
it had been wandering, draws himself aside, and with dry lips makes shift to
ring of roughness on his own part to avoid reproach from his wife. "He drank half a bottle of
d with her own thou