Paul Faber, Surgeon by George MacDonald
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spoken. It may be difficult to keep such men out of holy orders, but if
ever the benefices of the church come to be freely bestowed upon them, that moment the death-bell of religion is rung in England. My late husband said so. While such men keep to barns and conventicles we can despise them, but when they creep into the fold, then there is just cause for alarm. The longer I live, the better I see my poor husband was right." "I should scarcely have thought such a man as you describe could have captivated Helen," said the rector with a smile. "Depend upon it she perceives her mistake well enough by this time," returned Mrs. Ramshorn. "A lady born and bred _must_ make the discovery before a week is over. But poor Helen always was headstrong! And in this out-of-the-world place she saw so little of gentlemen!" The rector could not help thinking birth and breeding must go for little indeed, if nothing less than marriage could reveal to a lady that a man was not a gentleman. "Nobody knows," continued Mrs. Ramshorn, "who or what his father--not to say his grandfather, was! But would you believe it! when I asked her _who_ the man was, having a right to information concerning the person she was about to connect with the family, she told me she had never thought of inquiring. I pressed it upon her as a duty she owed to society; she told me she was content with the man himself, and was not going to ask him about his family. She would wait till they were married! Actually, on my word as a lady, she said so, Mr. Bevis! What could I do? She was of age, and independent fortune. And as to gratitude, I know the ways of the world too well to look for that." |
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