A Singer from the Sea
E PITY
false, one
maiden on
ey that is lick
ances quite unexpectedly had disarranged her plans and made her physically unable to keep her usual guard over her co
enfer, a man to whom Elizabeth ascribed every heavenly perfection, but who in the matter of earthly goods had not been well considered by the church he served. The living of St. Penfer was indeed a very poor one, but then the church it
etry, and understood Browning, and recited from Arnold and Morris. Burrell's tastes were for social science and statistics. He was thoughtful, intelligent, well-bred, and reticent; small in figure, with a large head and very f
f his hand and fortune. It was a noble letter; a letter no woman could easily put aside. It meant to Elizabeth a sure love to guard and comfort her and an absolute release from the petty straits and anxieties of genteel poverty. It would make her
st querulous moods, ill-disposed to believe in any good thing coming to him. He read t
urse it will leave me alone here, but I do not mind that now; all else has gone––why not y
ut he has constantly shown that he wishe
est girl on earth, made you believe he lived
ked in that way
m. He asked Dr. Eyre if you had any fort
. If he knew Mr. Burrell wished t
m and then he will speak to you, and after that you can answer Mr. Burrell's letter. Stay a moment, Eliza
light and shut her eyes. She wished to set the two men clearly before her. It would be easy to love Robert Burrell if she did not love the other. Did she love the other? She
he was quite willing to test it. He met the rector with more
say to you, and as I am a father you must permit me to spe
the young man, and his
Am I right
e Miss Tresham. Everyon
sked her to
ng of the kind, sir;
s, sir. I insist on your telling her that your 26 love-making is your amusement and girls' hearts the pawns with which you play. You will tell her that you are a scoundrel, sir! And when you have explained yourself to Miss Tresham, you had better give the sam
me pleasure to
tuous old man, and in a hurried, angry mood
looked at him. Then she rose and went toward
did you tell your father anything? I thought our love was a secret, sacred affair. When I am brought to catechi
ber whose prese
nted to be
want to be
ed me in th
ove you in
no more. O Elizab