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98 marry Mr. Linton.” “I don’t want your permission for that--I shall marry him; and yet you have not told whether I’m right.” “Perfectly right; if people be right to marry only for the present. And now, let us hear what you are unhappy about. Your brother will be pleased; the old lady and gentleman will not object, I think; you will escape from a disorderly, comfortless home into a wealthy, respectable one; and you love Edgar, and Edgar loves you. All seems smooth and easy: where is the obstacle?” “Here! and here!” replied Catherine, striking one hand on her forehead and the other on her breast: “in whichever place the soul lives. In my soul and in my heart I’m convinced I’m wrong!” “That’s very strange! I cannot make it out.” “It’s my secret. But if you will not mock at me, I’ll explain it: I can’t do it distinctly; but I’ll give you a feeling of how I feel.” She seated herself by me again; her countenance grew sadder and graver, and her clasped hands trembled. “Nelly, do you never dream queer dreams?” she said suddenly, after some minutes’ reflection. “Yes, now and then,” I answered. “And so do I. I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. And this is one; I’m going to tell it--but take care not to smile at any part of it.” “Oh! don’t, Miss Catherine!” I cried. “We’re dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts and visions to perplex us. Come, come, be merry and like yourself! Look at little Hareton! he’s dreaming nothing dreary. How sweetly he smiles in his sleep!” |
