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agnes grey(艾格尼丝·格累)-第67章

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that will:    and that is yourself; and I want to know your decision?' 

     'Are you in earnest; Mr。 Weston?' 

     'In earnest!     How could you think I should jest on such a subject?' 

     He laid his hand on mine; that rested on his arm:               he must have felt it 

tremble … but it was no great matter now。 

     'I   hope   I   have   not   been   too   precipitate;'   he   said;   in   a   serious   tone。 

'You   must   have   known   that   it   was   not   my   way   to   flatter   and   talk   soft 

nonsense;   or   even   to   speak   the   admiration   that   I   felt;   and   that   a   single 

word or glance of mine meant more than the honied phrases and fervent 

protestations of most other men。' 

     I  said   something     about    not  liking   to  leave   my   mother;     and   doing 

nothing without her consent。 

     'I settled everything with Mrs。 Grey; while you were putting on your 

bonnet;' replied he。       'She said I might have her consent; if I could obtain 

yours; and I asked her; in case I should be so happy; to come and live with 

us … for   I was sure you would   like it   better。 But she   refused; saying she 

could now afford to employ an assistant; and would continue the school 



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till she could purchase an annuity sufficient to maintain her in comfortable 

lodgings; and; meantime; she would spend her vacations alternately with 

us and your sister; and should be quite contented if you were happy。                   And 

so now I have overruled your objections on her account。                    Have you any 

other?' 

     'No … none。' 

     'You love me then?' said be; fervently pressing my hand。 

     'Yes。' 

       Here I pause。      My Diary; from which I have compiled these pages; 

goes but little further。       I could go on for years; but I will content myself 

with adding; that I shall never forget that glorious summer evening; and 

always remember with delight that steep hill; and the edge of the precipice 

where   we   stood   together;   watching   the   splendid   sunset   mirrored   in   the 

restless   world   of   waters   at   our   feet   …   with   hearts   filled   with   gratitude   to 

heaven; and happiness; and love … almost too full for speech。 

     A few weeks after that; when my mother had supplied herself with an 

assistant;   I   became   the   wife   of   Edward   Weston;   and   never   have   found 

cause to repent it; and am certain that I never shall。               We have had trials; 

and   we   know   that   we   must   have   them   again;   but   we   bear   them   well 

together;   and   endeavour   to   fortify   ourselves   and   each   other   against   the 

final separation … that greatest of all afflictions to the survivor。             But; if we 

keep in mind the glorious heaven beyond; where both may meet again; and 

sin and sorrow are unknown; surely that too may be borne; and; meantime; 

we   endeavour   to   live   to   the   glory   of   Him   who   has   scattered   so   many 

blessings in our path。 

     Edward; by his strenuous exertions; has worked surprising reforms in 

his parish; and is esteemed and loved by its inhabitants … as he deserves; 

for whatever his faults may be as a man (and no one is entirely without); I 

defy anybody to blame him as a pastor; a husband; or a father。 

     Our   children;     Edward;     Agnes;    and   little  Mary;   promise     well;  their 

education; for the time being; is chiefly committed to me; and they shall 

want no good thing that a mother's care can give。                Our modest income is 

amply sufficient for our requirements:             and by practising the economy we 

learnt    in   harder    times;   and    never    attempting     to   imitate   our    richer 



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neighbours;    we   manage   not  only   to  enjoy  comfort   and  contentment 

ourselves; but to have every year something to lay by for our children; and 

something to give to those who need it。 

    And now I think I have said sufficient。 



    End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of Agnes Grey; by Anne Bronte 



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