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Cousin Bridget.
With her I was comparatively happy ; she made me think better of myself and of the world , —introduced me to her friends , —made me sing ; and , in short , caused me to be noticed . But now comes the blight of my life . 'Tis strange to hear such a word come from withered lips like mine ; but , MinnaI loved ! loved with all the intensity of a heart that
, had never loved before—never met with love from others . The object of my love was on a visit to friends of my aunt , and was constantly at her house . I had never had attention paid me before ; therefore his constant offices of kindness gratified me more than I can tell . He sang with me , read with me , walked with me , sketched with me , listened with
attention when I spoke , agreed with and applauded my sentiments ; and , in short , these delicious six weeks were my life . They ended , and I returned home to receive the same cold looks and words—no welcome back—to find Agatha lovelier—my father fonder of her than ever . No wonder , then , that I would keep in my own room , or steal away into the woods , to dwell upon the past .
" One day , —you may imagine my sensations , when a loud ring at the gate-bell proclaimed visitors , and he was announced . I was alone in the drawing-room , and I sprang from my seat with outstretched hands to meet him . He shook them warmly—said he was in the neighbourhood , and had come to inquire after me . He talked , and I was drinking
in each word he uttered , when the door opened , ancl Agatha entered . I looked up at him , and , with a sick sensation at my heart , saw him start and change colour . I cannot recount the next month of agony I passed , even now it agitates me . My fate pursued me—he loved my sister ! Before my introduction to him at my aunt ' s he had wandered in our neighbourhood , and in . his walks had frequently met Agatha .
To see her was to love her , like all things else , animate and inanimate . Till that instant he knew not that the lovely vision which had so often crossed his path was my sister . His astonishment , his delight was unbounded ; he came again and again , and I had to endure the torture of seeing her sweet eyes turned on him with love and pleasure at his
approach . His attention to me had been compassion ! Oh ! how my proud heart hardened at the thought . I never told Agatha that I loved him ; I schooled myself to behave to him as I had ever done , and I believe he never discovered my secret .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Cousin Bridget.
With her I was comparatively happy ; she made me think better of myself and of the world , —introduced me to her friends , —made me sing ; and , in short , caused me to be noticed . But now comes the blight of my life . 'Tis strange to hear such a word come from withered lips like mine ; but , MinnaI loved ! loved with all the intensity of a heart that
, had never loved before—never met with love from others . The object of my love was on a visit to friends of my aunt , and was constantly at her house . I had never had attention paid me before ; therefore his constant offices of kindness gratified me more than I can tell . He sang with me , read with me , walked with me , sketched with me , listened with
attention when I spoke , agreed with and applauded my sentiments ; and , in short , these delicious six weeks were my life . They ended , and I returned home to receive the same cold looks and words—no welcome back—to find Agatha lovelier—my father fonder of her than ever . No wonder , then , that I would keep in my own room , or steal away into the woods , to dwell upon the past .
" One day , —you may imagine my sensations , when a loud ring at the gate-bell proclaimed visitors , and he was announced . I was alone in the drawing-room , and I sprang from my seat with outstretched hands to meet him . He shook them warmly—said he was in the neighbourhood , and had come to inquire after me . He talked , and I was drinking
in each word he uttered , when the door opened , ancl Agatha entered . I looked up at him , and , with a sick sensation at my heart , saw him start and change colour . I cannot recount the next month of agony I passed , even now it agitates me . My fate pursued me—he loved my sister ! Before my introduction to him at my aunt ' s he had wandered in our neighbourhood , and in . his walks had frequently met Agatha .
To see her was to love her , like all things else , animate and inanimate . Till that instant he knew not that the lovely vision which had so often crossed his path was my sister . His astonishment , his delight was unbounded ; he came again and again , and I had to endure the torture of seeing her sweet eyes turned on him with love and pleasure at his
approach . His attention to me had been compassion ! Oh ! how my proud heart hardened at the thought . I never told Agatha that I loved him ; I schooled myself to behave to him as I had ever done , and I believe he never discovered my secret .