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. 1885 Excerpt: ... her father's anxiety a vague fear had grown to haunt her. What was it? She would not permit herself to think. She put the question out of her mind. But in Bruni's studio it came again in clearer shape and she was forced to answer it. Was she, indeed, making a mistake to be repented bitterly in after years? No! She ...
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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. 1885 Excerpt: ... her father's anxiety a vague fear had grown to haunt her. What was it? She would not permit herself to think. She put the question out of her mind. But in Bruni's studio it came again in clearer shape and she was forced to answer it. Was she, indeed, making a mistake to be repented bitterly in after years? No! She assured herself with tears in her eyes. No! She repeated bravely in the watches of the night, and once more the ghost was laid. To-day she sat beside the man whom she had promised to love, whom, as she tried to think, she could love better than any other in the world. And before her eyes there passed another man who turned his back upon her to smile upon another woman. The man whom she had called selfish, of whom she had no right to think. Had she not willed it so herself? Woman's will is Heaven's will he had told her. This time it was no phantom doubt to be dismissed with a single word. The truth stared her in the face and it appalled her. There was the man she--No! She could not say the word even to herself! But she hated that woman with her cat-like ways decoying him away. And it was she who had brought them together. That photograph--that unlucky photograph had been the means. Had she not begged him to ply Miss Gerard with questions? And he had not even found time to return it--had forgotten it now, perhaps. But she had no more the right to blame him than to think of him in that way. What were they doing on the stage? How bright the colors were in all their dresses! What were they saying? She heard the words, but they were like words in a dream--she could not put them together. She was very miserable! It seemed as if she had grown old in an instant, as if all her senses were oppressed and dulled. A mist seemed to hang between her and the acto...
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