Those who have gifts to enjoy life, and those who move to
make others happy, can enjoy their separate pleasures; our lives are
between the two, hence there is little pleasure for us," she
answered, her eyes moistening with tears.
"If you will but come with me-"
"Oh, I will go anywhere," she rejoined, quickly; "anywhere from
this; that I may know who I am-may bear my child with me-may lead a
virtuous life, instead of suffering the pangs of shame through a
life of unholy trouble."
"She never knows when she's well off. If Marston was to hear her
talk in that way, I wouldn't stand in her shoes," interrupted Ellen,
with a significant air.
Touched by this anxious reply, Maxwell determined to know more of
her feelings-to solve the anxiety that was hanging upon her mind,
and, if possible, to carry her beyond the power that held her and
her child in such an uncertain position.
"I meant into the house," said he, observing that Ellen was not
inclined to favour Clotilda's feelings; and just at that moment the
shrill sounds of a bugle summoned the party to the collation. Here
another scene was enacted, which is beyond the power of pen to
describe. The tables, decorated with wild flowers, were spread with
meats of all descriptions,--fowl, game, pastry, and fruit, wines, and
cool drinks. Faces wearing the blandest smiles, grave matrons, and
cheerful planters,--all dressed in rustic style and neatness-gathered
around to partake of the feast, while servants were running hither
and thither to serve mas'r and missus with the choicest bits.
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