It was likely she tried to hate him
for his apostacy, but she could not. Still, her spirit was darkened with
scorn and indignation at the act of dishonor which she felt her lover
had committed, just as the atmosphere is by a tempest. In fact, she
detested what she considered the baseness and treachery of the vote; but
could not of a sudden change a love so strong, so trusting, and so pure
as hers, into the passions of enmity and hatred. No sooner, however, had
her father named Hycy Burke with such approval, than the storm within
her directed itself against him, and she said, "For God's sake, father,
name not that unprincipled wretch to me any more. I hate and detest
him more than any man living he has no good quality to redeem him.
Ah! Hanna, Hanna, and is it come to this? The dream of my happiness has
vanished, and I awake to nothing now but affliction and sorrow. As for
happiness, I must think of that no more, father, after breakfast, do you
go up to that young man and tell him the resolution I have come to, and
that it is over for ever between him and. me."
Soon after this, she once more exacted a promise from them to observe a
strict silence on the unhappy event which had occurred, and by no
means ever to attempt offering her consolation. These promises they
religiously kept, and from this forth neither M'Mahon's name nor his
offence were made the topics of any conversation that occurred between
them.
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