This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1843 ... This was more than enough to make her even entreat him to remain at home. Her intercourse with him was become acutely painful, and every accident which lessened it was a relief. To such a mind as hers, the crimes of which she knew him to be guilty made him an object of abhorrence; while care for the peace of Sabina, now become the only object for which she wished to live, forced her to assume feelings towards him so foreign to her heart, that it was most painfully difficult for her honest nature to assume them. On his side, too, the intercourse was terrible. It was no longer love and affection that he felt for her. Such feelings cannot exist without the belief, at least, that they are reciprocal; and did he not know that Adele, whose admiration he had so dearly loved to win, must loathe him? No! it was no longer tender affection that he felt for her, but a sort of abject and dependent gratitude, strangely mixed with fear. She alone of all his former admiring friends knew of his guilt; and had it not been that he still clung to her with hopes of aid and protection, he would have given his right hand never to have beheld her more. It might not have been very difficult, perhaps, for Adele to guess as much, had she set herself either to watch or to divine his feelings. But she did neither. Sabina was the centre of every thought that employed her mind,--Sabina, so lately the idol of all the bright world in which she had lived--the beloved, the admired, the envied, the desired of so many hearts, now the exiled companion of a guilty felon--loving him in her ignorant innocence more fondly than ever, and even finding consolation under all her sorrows and privations from the fancied nobleness of the abject being who had destroyed her! All this formed a picture so ful...
Frances Milton Trollope (1779 – 1863), more popularly known as Fanny Trollope, was an English novelist and writer whose first book, Domestic Manners of the Americans (1832), caused an international sensation upon its publication. Trollope’s more than 100 books include strong social novels, such as the first anti-slavery novel, Jonathan Jefferson Whitlaw (1836), which influenced Uncle Tom’s Cabin author Harriet Beecher Stowe; the first industrial novel, Michael Armstrong: Factory Boy; and The Vicar of Wrexhill, which took on the corruption of the church of England; as well as two anti-Catholic novels, The Abbess and Father Eustace. Between 1839 and 1855 Trollope published her Widow Barnaby trilogy of novels, and her other travel books include Belgium and Western Germany in 1833, Paris and the Parisians in 1835, and Vienna and the Austrians. Her first and third sons, Thomas Adolphus Trollope and Anthony, also became writers; Anthony Trollope was influenced by his mother's work and became renowned for his social novels. She is sometimes confused with her daughter-in-law, the novelist Frances Eleanor Trollope.
A very entertaining mirror to Jo Walton's Tooth and Claw, in which the rules of sentimental realism are made biological; here fairytale elements are transmuted (wittily and knowingly) into worldly social realist tropes by Trollope mère. I particularly enjoyed the not-evil-just-rather-vain-and-ultimately-well-meaning step-aunt-in-law, the cursed jewels, the deliberate styling of his daughters as snow white and rose red by the evil scheming papa, and using fairy castles and rather hilarious pile-up of disguised princes/ladies all congregating at the same 'isolated' wild spot to get in some digs at wafty Romanticism? awesome. Also interesting as an early and sophisticated example of crime fiction including several 'detectives' all on the case for various reasons, who sometimes can't even agree on what the case even is.
Very fun, I imagine its the 19th century version of daytime TV. Amazing long-winded sentences with innumerable commas and very convoluted structures. Loved it