{"id":"01KG8AN115ZPZG8QCB3BPK31H2","cid":"bafkreigtwv3nlplzogvks5zxvjgukgosjooyjdwtzzh6zvdquuaee7erxy","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":8692,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:52.921Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","start_line":8594,"text":"II.\r\n\r\nMrs. Glendinning walked her chamber; her dress loosened.\r\n\r\n\"That such accursed vileness should proceed from me! Now will the\r\ntongued world say--See the vile boy of Mary Glendinning!--Deceitful!\r\nthick with guilt, where I thought it was all guilelessness and gentlest\r\ndocility to me. It has not happened! It is not day! Were this thing so,\r\nI should go mad, and be shut up, and not walk here where every door is\r\nopen to me.--My own only son married to an unknown--thing! My own only\r\nson, false to his holiest plighted public vow--and the wide world\r\nknowing to it! He bears my name--Glendinning. I will disown it; were it\r\nlike this dress, I would tear my name off from me, and burn it till it\r\nshriveled to a crisp!--Pierre! Pierre! come back, come back, and swear\r\nit is not so! It can not be! Wait: I will ring the bell, and see if it\r\nbe so.\"\r\n\r\nShe rung the bell with violence, and soon heard a responsive knock.\r\n\r\n\"Come in!--Nay, falter not;\" (throwing a shawl over her) \"come in. Stand\r\nthere and tell me if thou darest, that my son was in this house this\r\nmorning and met me on the stairs. Darest thou say that?\"\r\n\r\nDates looked confounded at her most unwonted aspect.\r\n\r\n\"Say it! find thy tongue! Or I will root mine out and fling it at thee!\r\nSay it!\"\r\n\r\n\"My dear mistress!\"\r\n\r\n\"I am not thy mistress! but thou my master; for, if thou sayest it, thou\r\ncommandest me to madness.--Oh, vile boy!--Begone from me!\"\r\n\r\nShe locked the door upon him, and swiftly and distractedly walked her\r\nchamber. She paused, and tossing down the curtains, shut out the sun\r\nfrom the two windows.\r\n\r\nAnother, but an unsummoned knock, was at the door. She opened it.\r\n\r\n\"My mistress, his Reverence is below. I would not call you, but he\r\ninsisted.\"\r\n\r\n\"Let him come up.\"\r\n\r\n\"Here? Immediately?\"\r\n\r\n\"Didst thou hear me? Let Mr. Falsgrave come up.\"\r\n\r\nAs if suddenly and admonishingly made aware, by Dates, of the\r\nungovernable mood of Mrs. Glendinning, the clergyman entered the open\r\ndoor of her chamber with a most deprecating but honest reluctance, and\r\napprehensiveness of he knew not what.\r\n\r\n\"Be seated, sir; stay, shut the door and lock it.\"\r\n\r\n\"Madam!\"\r\n\r\n\"_I_ will do it. Be seated. Hast thou seen him?\"\r\n\r\n\"Whom, Madam?--Master Pierre?\"\r\n\r\n\"Him!--quick!\"\r\n\r\n\"It was to speak of him I came, Madam. He made a most extraordinary call\r\nupon me last night--midnight.\"\r\n\r\n\"And thou marriedst him?--Damn thee!\"\r\n\r\n\"Nay, nay, nay, Madam; there is something here I know not of--I came to\r\ntell thee news, but thou hast some o'erwhelming tidings to reveal to\r\nme.\"\r\n\r\n\"I beg no pardons; but I may be sorry. Mr. Falsgrave, my son, standing\r\npublicly plighted to Lucy Tartan, has privately wedded some other\r\ngirl--some slut!\"\r\n\r\n\"Impossible!\"\r\n\r\n\"True as thou art there. Thou knowest nothing of it then?\"\r\n\r\n\"Nothing, nothing--not one grain till now. Who is it he has wedded?\"\r\n\r\n\"Some _slut_, I tell thee!--I am no lady now, but something deeper,--a\r\nwoman!--an outraged and pride-poisoned woman!\"\r\n\r\nShe turned from him swiftly, and again paced the room, as frantic and\r\nentirely regardless of any presence. Waiting for her to pause, but in\r\nvain, Mr. Falsgrave advanced toward her cautiously, and with the\r\nprofoundest deference, which was almost a cringing, spoke:--\r\n\r\n\"It is the hour of woe to thee; and I confess my cloth hath no\r\nconsolation for thee yet awhile. Permit me to withdraw from thee,\r\nleaving my best prayers for thee, that thou mayst know some peace, ere\r\nthis now shut-out sun goes down. Send for me whenever thou desirest\r\nme.--May I go now?\"\r\n\r\n\"Begone! and let me not hear thy soft, mincing voice, which is an infamy\r\nto a man! Begone, thou helpless, and unhelping one!\"\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AKVA09B26GWR6X1RCM2KN","peer_type":"section","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AN10Z36PHPH3M35PANAFQ","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:56.357Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:23.953Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}