"
"Preposterous!" Victor exclaimed. "You could not do such a thing
in your right senses. Why, I'd rather see you dead than married to
your father. I believe I'd forbid the banns myself," and Victor
strode from the room, banging the door behind him, by way of
impressing Edith still more forcibly with the nature of his
opinion.
Edith was disappointed. She had expected sympathy at least from
Victor, had surely thought he would he pleased to have her for his
mistress, and his words, "I would rather see you dead," hurt her
cruelly. Perhaps every body would say so. It was an unnatural
match, this union of autumn and spring, but she must do something.
Any thing was preferable to the aimless, listless life she was
leading now. She could not be any more wretched than she was, and
she might perhaps be happier when the worst was over and she knew
for certain that she was Richard's wife. HIS WIFE! It made her
faint and sick just to say those two words. What then would the
reality be? She loved him dearly as a guardian, a brother, and she
might in time love him as her husband.
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