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e in a very small way, and I must go to England and make my establishment there." "Would you marry for money, Evelyn?" I asked gravely. "O sister, can you conceive of no higher happiness than this?" "I can," she said with emotion, while her lips blanched to the hue of ashes. "I have dreamed such a dream in days past, but now the dark reality alone remains and sweeps all before it. I shall embrace my first eligible offer regardless of feeling, and I prefer to cast my destiny with my own people, however estranged they may be. Certainly, this letter is not very affectionate, nor even a courteous one from so near a relative," and she placed in my hand the cold and supercilious note of the Earl of Pomfret, containing a permission to visit his castle, rather than invitation. "Yet you will go, Evelyn?" "Miriam, I _must_ go. I should go mad were I to stay here, or die in the struggle." "Sister, what can this be? Evelyn, hear me: I swear to you, on the day of my majority, to endow you richly in your own right. It is independence you want--you shall have it. My father will consent to this I know, and consider it no more than your due." "You are kind," she said; "generous, very. You are not like your mother's people in that respect, such as they are in these degenerate days, at least. She herself was unlike them, I have heard, for her hand was princely. But, Miriam, I could not receive such obligations from you--ought not. Besides--your husband!" "Ah, Evelyn, there is nothing he would refuse me--nothing." A gloomy mockery transfused itself into her eyes, her lips were fixed in a suppressed and sneering smile. Incredulity was written on her aspect. Her face at that moment was very repulsive to contemplate. "You do not believe in men," I said, coldly. "I have always remarked it; yet there are _some_ worthy of confidence, believe me." "Very few, Miriam, and Claude Bainrothe is not unlike the majority of his fellows. Men count it no wrong to deceive women." "O Evelyn, you are too severe, I think. Why seek to shake my confidence in the man I love? He did not happen to suit your fancy, and you rejected him. I took what you cast aside, humbly, thankfully, dear Evelyn. Why resent this, and scorn me for my humility? Let not your pride for me make you unjust toward him. You, of all women, can best afford to be generous to Claude Bainrothe." But still the cold shadow veiled her face, and still she looked inauspicio
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