In truth, never was man less worthy of
it, or more devotedly shielded! And never was hidden wrong to the woman
turned more eagerly and persistently into loving service to the man's
parents! Many and many a time did the heart of James's mother, as she
watched Isy's deft and dainty motions, regret, even with bitterness, that
such a capable and love-inspiring girl should have rendered herself
unworthy of her son--for, notwithstanding what she regarded as the
disparity of their positions, she would gladly have welcomed Isy as a
daughter, had she but been spotless, and fit to be loved by him.
In the evenings, when the work of the day was done, Isy used to ramble
about the moor, in the lingering rays of the last of the sunset, and the
now quickly shortening twilight. In those hours unhasting, gentle, and so
spiritual in their tone that they seem to come straight from the eternal
spaces where is no recalling and no forgetting, where time and space are
motionless, and the spirit is at rest, Isy first began to read with
conscious understanding.
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