"She was the
victim of an unsuccessful experiment of my dear boy's, and the
unsuspecting instrument of poor Camilla's vengeance. That is all I
see in her."
"Mrs. Poynsett, how can you!" cried Rosamond, impetuously. "With
all I know of her sorrow, I rage at her whenever I am out of sight
of her."
"I can't do that," said Mrs. Poynsett, half smiling, "any more than
I could at a doll. The poor thing was in a false position, and
nobody was more sorry for her than Raymond himself; but you see he
had fancied that marriage must bring the one thing it would not in
that short time."
"It would, if she had not been a little foolish donkey."
"Or if Camilla Tyrrell had let her alone! It is of no use to rake
up these things, my dear Rosamond. Let her come to Sirenwood, and
do such good as she can there, if it can comfort her. It was for my
sake that the unconscious girl was brought here to have her life
spoilt, and I would not stand in the way of what seems to be any
relief."
"But is it no pain?" persisted Rosamond.
"No, my dear. I almost wish it was.
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