Mrs. Oliphant
Merkland or, Self Sacrifice by Mrs. Oliphant
language
( Sept. 26, 2013)
“BUT may not Mrs. Catherine’s visitor belong to another family? The name is not uncommon.”
“You will permit me to correct you, Miss Ross. The name is by no means a common one; and there was some very distant connexion, I remember, between the Aytouns and Mrs. Catherine. I have little doubt that this girl is his daughter.”
“Mother! mother!” exclaimed the first speaker, a young lady, whose face, naturally grave and composed, bore tokens of unusual agitation. “It is impossible; Mrs. Catherine, considerate and kind as she always is, could never be so cruel.”
“I am quite at a loss for your meaning, Anne.”
“To bring her here—to our neighborhood,” said Anne Ross, averting her eyes, and disregarding her step-mother’s interruption, “where we must meet her continually, where our name, which must be odious to her, will be ringing in her ears every day. I cannot believe it. Mrs. Catherine could not do anything so barbarous.”
Mrs. Ross, of Merkland, threw down her work, and pushed back her chair from the table:
“Upon my word, Anne Ross, you turn more absurd every day. What is the meaning of this?—our name odious! I should not like Lewis to hear you say so.”
“But Lewis does not know this terrible story,” said Anne.
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