He was for ever in my mind even
when he was in prison--oh, what is prison, what is guilt even to a girl
when she loves! Yes, I loved him. There it was. He was ever in my
mind, and I came here to Jamaica--he was here--for what else? Salem
could have been restored by Darius Boland or others, or I could have sold
it. I came to Jamaica to find him here--unwomanly, perhaps, you will
say."
"Unusual only with a genius--like you."
"Then you do not speak what is in your mind, your honour. You say what
you feel is the right thing to say--the slave of circumstances. I will
be wholly frank with you. I came here to see Dyck Calhoun, for I knew he
would not come to see me. Yes, there it was, a real thing in his heart.
If he had been a lesser man than he is, he would have come to America
when he was freed from prison. But he did not, would not, come. He knew
he had been found guilty of killing my father, and that for him and me
there could be no marriage--indeed he never asked me to marry him.
"Yet I know he would have done so if he could. When I came to know
what he was jailed for doing, I felt there was no place for him and me
together in the world.
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