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Title: At the Mercy of Tiberius
Author: August Evans Wilson
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Release Date: July, 2003
First Posted: December 11, 2001
Language: English
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AT THE MERCY OF TIBERIUS
A NOVEL
By
AUGUSTA EVANS WILSON
Author of "A Speckled Bird," "Infelice," "Vashti," "Beulah," "St.
Elmo," etc.
Fate steals along with silent tread,
Found oftenest in what least we dread;
Frowns in the storm with angry brow,
But in the sunshine strikes the blow.
--COWPER.
IN MEMORY OF MY MOTHER, WHO HAS ENTERED INTO REST.
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AT THE MERCY OF TIBERIUS
CHAPTER I.
"You are obstinate and ungrateful. You would rather see me suffer and
die, than bend your stubborn pride in the effort to obtain relief for
me. You will not try to save me."
The thin, hysterically unsteady voice ended in a sob, and the frail
wasted form of the speaker leaned forward, as if the issue of life or
death hung upon an answer.
The tower clock of a neighboring church began to strike the hour of
noon, and not until the echo of the last stroke had died away, was
there a reply to the appeal.
"Mother, try to be just to me. My pride is for you, not for myself. I
shrink from seeing my mother crawl to the feet of a man, who has
disowned and spurned her; I cannot consent that she should humbly beg
for rights, so unnaturally withheld. Every instinct of my nature
revolts from the step you require of me, and I feel as if you held a
hot iron in your hand, waiting to brand me."
"Your proud sensitiveness runs in a strange groove, and it seems you
would prefer to see me a pauper in a Hospital, rather than go to your
grandfather and ask for help. Beryl, time presses, and if I die for
want of aid, you will be responsible; when it is too late, you will
reproach yourself. If I only knew where and
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