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184 CHANCE ENCOUNTERS.
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Do You Ever Speculate On The Character A...
they liold in their very hands ? So it is , and so it always will be . And as I thought and thought of these two people , he became
again absorbed in his paper , and she drifted far , farther away , past happy islands , whose sight brought a flush of remembered joy
on her face—through perilous storms where there had been a struggle for life and death , and on , on , over a widedreary , dark
, sea that would one day—but how far off that day seemed—reach to a golden haven of rest and peace . At last the slackening of the
train roused us all , and a carriage and servants were waiting my fellow-travellers at the small station where they alighted . I do not
think she had even noticed me at all , and he with the merest passing observation ; and yet I had felt alternately indignant with
his obtuseness , then thankful for it , and guessed at his character , his past and his futurewhile my heart had ached for her with a
, pity which , it may be , no other had even dreamed she was needing . One of niy cousins is very fond of loitering over her purchases ,
and to accompany her on a " shopping" expedition would be weary work for me if I had not the resource of watching and
speculating on the neighboring purchasers at the counter . I saw a young lady once in a shop choosing her wedding dress , whose face ,
with its stern , controlled look of hopeless resignation , told me a good deal . I remember the delight with which her hard , worldly
mother expatiated on the richness of the silk and discussed the merits and width of the flounces . By what series of petty
persecutions or unfair persuasion had the poor girl been driven to this _marriage , I wondered . I never had a stronger desire in my life
to speak to a stranger , for I felt as if one word would nerve her even thenand give her strength to extricate herselfand there was
, , no lack of power in her face . It is as well I did not , perhaps , or I might have been given in charge as drunkor sent home in the
, tender care of the shopman , as crazy . What strange alternations of hope and fear I have seen in people
waiting for their letters at a country post-office ! How I have heard women , whose trembling voice and flushing
face showed how much they hoped and feared , assure a companion that it was " almost impossible they could hear to-day ; they did not
expect it . " A subtle feminine superstition that to say so gives them a better chance ; orperhapsa slender thread thrown across
,,, the disappointment , if it does come ; as they can then say— " I did not expect to hear . I said beforehand it was unlikely . "
And yet the gruff manner and aifected unconcern of men has sometimes struck me even more painfully .
I used to fetch my letters once from a north country town regularly on Saturdays . I got there as soon as the box oj _> ened , and
voice there , in waiting which week he asked after week "Any , was letter an old for farmer me from . I America remember yet the ? '
and the eager eyes with , which he watched the slow , stupid youth ,
who deliberately turned over the bundle , and told him there was
184 Chance Encounters.
184 CHANCE ENCOUNTERS .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Nov. 1, 1860, page 184, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01111860/page/40/
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