Each felt that there would be something scorching in the words that would recall the irretrievable wrong. But soon, as Maggie looked, every distinct thought began to be overflowed by a wave of loving penitence, and words burst forth with a sob.
“God bless you for coming, Lucy.”
The sobs came thick on each other after that.
“Maggie, dear, be comforted,” said Lucy now, putting her cheek against Maggie’s again. “Don’t grieve.” And she sat still,Brandon Dubinsky Tröjor, hoping to soothe Maggie with that gentle caress.
“I didn’t mean to deceive you, Lucy,Rick Nash Tröjor,” said Maggie, as soon as she could speak. “It always made me wretched that I felt what I didn’t like you to know. It was because I thought it would all be conquered, and you might never see anything to wound you.”
“I know, dear,John Wensink Tröjor,” said Lucy. “I know you never meant to make me unhappy. It is a trouble that has come on us all; you have more to bear than I have — and you gave him up, when — you did what it must have been very hard to do.”
They were silent again a little while, sitting with clasped hands, and cheeks leaned together.
“Lucy,Ralph Lauren Långärmade skjortor,” Maggie began again, “he struggled too. He wanted to be true to you. He will come back to you. Forgive him — he will be happy then ——”
These words were wrung forth from Maggie’s deepest soul, with an effort like the convulsed clutch of a drowning man. Lucy trembled and was silent.
A gentle knock came at the door. It was Alice, the maid, who entered and said —
“I daren’t stay any longer, Miss Deane. They’ll find it out, and there’ll be such anger at your coming out so late.”
Lucy rose and said, “Very well, Alice — in a minute.”
“I’m to go away on Friday, Maggie,” she added,Glenn Anderson Tröjor, when Alice had closed the door again. “When I come back,Jonas Gustavsson Tröjor, and am strong,Vladimir Konstantinov Tröjor, they will let me do as I like. I shall come to you when I please then.”
“Lucy,Oscar Lindberg Tröjor,” said Maggie, with another great effort,Jay Beagle Tröjor, “I pray to God continually that I may never be the cause of sorrow to you any more.”
She pressed the little hand that she held between hers, and looked up into the face that was bent over hers. Lucy never forgot that look.
“Maggie,” she said, in a low voice,Milan Lucic Tröjor, that had the solemnity of confession in it,Thomas Vanek Tröjor, “you are better than I am. I can’t ——”
She broke off there, and said no more. But they clasped each other again in a last embrace.
Chapter V: The Last Conflict
In the second week of September,CG Dame Trillium Parka, Maggie was again sitting in her lonely room, battling with the old shadowy enemies that were forever slain and rising again. It was past midnight, and the rain was beating heavily against the window, driven with fitful force by the rushing, loud-moaning wind. For the day after Lucy’s visit there had been a sudden change in the weather; the heat and drought had given way to cold variable winds, and heavy falls of rain at intervals; and she had been forbidden to risk the contemplated journey until the weather should become more settled. In the counties higher up the
相关的主题文章：
http://www.teamgamecave.de/index.php?site=news_comments&newsID=387
http://www13.plala.or.jp/white_roots/gwbbs/gwbbs.cgi
http://markt.vaart.nl/cgi-bin/vaart/markt/classifieds.cgi |
