The Love For The Man She Had Married, Wondering
How One So Bright And Handsome And Universally Admired And
Liked
Could stoop to her, who had nothing but love and worship
to give in return - that love was now gone
And was not missed,
so much greater and more satisfying was the love for her boy.
And now she must lose him. Two or three silent miserable days
passed by while she waited for the dreadful separation, until
the thought of it became unendurable and she resolved to keep
her child and sacrifice everything else. Secretly she
prepared for flight, getting together the few necessary things
she could carry; then, with the child in her arms, she stole
out one evening and began her flight, which took her all
across England at its widest part, and ended at this small
coast town, the best hiding-place she could think of.
The boy was a queer little fellow, healthy but colourless,
with strangely beautiful grey eyes which, on first seeing
them, almost startled one with their intelligence. He was shy
and almost obstinately silent, but when I talked to him on
certain subjects the intense suppressed interest he felt would
show itself in his face, and by and by it would burst out in
speech - an impetuous torrent of words in a high shrill voice.
He reminded me of a lark in a cage. Watch it in its prison
when the sun shines forth - when, like the captive falcon in
Dante, it is "cheated by a gleam" - its wing-tremblings, and
all its little tentative motions, how the excitement grows and
grows in it, until, although shut up and flight denied it, the
passion can no longer be contained and it bursts out in a
torrent of shrill and guttural sounds, which, if it were free
and soaring, would be its song.
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