"My own darling Maria," said he, "I could forgive your mother all her
domestic violence and outrage had she acted with the affection of a
mother towards you. She has a heart only for one individual, and that is
her son Harry, there."
"As for me," said Charles, "wherever my father goes, I, too, my dear
Maria, will accompany him."
"You hear that, Harry," said Mrs. Lindsay; "you see now they are in a
league--in a conspiracy against your happiness and mine;--but think of
their selfishness and cunning--it is the girl's property they want."
"Perish the property," exclaimed Charles indignantly. "I will now
mention a fact which I have hitherto never breathed--Alice Goodwin and I
were, I may say, betrothed before ever she dreamed of possessing it; and
if I held back since that time, I did so from the principles of a man
of honor, lest she might imagine that I renewed our intimacy, after the
alienation of the families, from mercenary motives."
"You're a fine fellow, Charley," said his father; "you're a fine fellow,
and you deserve her and her property, if it was ten times what it is.
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