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mother's death, I wash my hands of you: from the day her coffin is
carried to the vault in Gateshead Church, you and I will be as
separate as if we had never known each other. You need not think
that because we chanced to be born of the same parents, I shall suffer
you to fasten me down by even the feeblest claim: I can tell you this-
if the whole human race, ourselves excepted, were swept away, and we
two stood alone on the earth, I would leave you in the old world,
and betake myself to the new.'
She closed her lips.
'You might have spared yourself the trouble of delivering that
tirade,' answered Georgiana. 'Everybody knows you are the most
selfish, heartless creature in existence: and I know your spiteful
hatred towards me: I have had a specimen of it before in the trick you
played me about Lord Edwin Vere: you could not bear me to be raised
above you, to have a title, to be received into circles where you dare
not show your face, and so you acted the spy and informer, and
ruined my prospects for ever.' Georgiana took out her handkerchief and
blew her nose for an hour afterwards; Eliza sat cold, impassible,
and assiduously industrious.
True, generous feeling is made small account of by some, but here
were two natures rendered, the one intolerably acrid, the other
despicably savourless for the want of it. Feeling without judgment
is a washy draught indeed; but judgment untempered by feeling is too
bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.
It was a wet and windy afternoon: Georgiana had fallen asleep on
the sofa over the perusal of a novel; Eliza was gone to attend a
saint's-day service at the new church- for in matters of religion
she was a rigid formalist: no weather ever prevented the punctual
discharge of what she considered her devotional duties; fair or
foul, she went to church thrice every Sunday, and as often on
week-days as there were prayers.
I bethought myself to go upstairs and see how the dying woman sped,
who lay there almost unheeded: the very servants paid her but a
remittent attention: the hired nurse, being little looked after, would
slip out of the room whenever she could. Bessie was faithful; but
she had her own family to mind, and could only come occasionally to
the hall. I found the sick-room unwatched, as I had expected: no nurse
was there; the patient lay still, and seemingly lethargic; her livid
face sunk in the pillows: the fire was dying in the grate. I renewed
the fuel, re-arranged the bedclothes, gazed awhile on her who could
not now gaze on me, and then I moved away to the window.
The rain beat strongly against the panes, the wind blew
tempestuously: 'One lies there,' I thought, 'who will soon be beyond
the war of earthly elements. Whither will that spirit- now
struggling to quit its material tenement- flit when at length
released?'
In pondering the great mystery, I thought of Helen Burns,
recalled her dying words- her faith- her doctrine of the equality of