The Place Beyond the Winds by Harriet T. (Harriet Theresa) Comstock
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page 285 of 351 (81%)
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the one woman, in all the world."
"Young devotee, could you, would you, give your--love up for her?" Travers had asked, and then Priscilla spoke words that Travers remembered long afterward. "I could not give my love up for--that is--I, myself; just as the dance is--just as my soul is--but I could; yes, I know I could give up--my happiness for her, if by so doing I could spare her one shadow. Her glorious nature could reach where mine never could." "Yours reaches to me, little girl." "But hers--oh! my dear man, hers reaches to--the world. If you knew her as I know her!" But Margaret was whimsical and witchy as she came upon the two in the small arbour by the lake. "Folks," she said, "let us keep our nice little surprises to ourselves for a while, like miserly creatures. My dear old daddy-boy is fretting and fussing about me, 'dreading the issue,' as he told Doctor Ledyard, and behold--I'm going to do exactly what my daddykins desires! And you, Doctor Richard Travers, you are wanted by your lady mother. Here's a telegram. The girl in the office always tells what is in a telegram, to spare shock. And Cilla, my shining-headed chum, you and I are going to scamper about a bit before we go home. I'd be a miserable defaulter, indeed, if I did not give you your share of this experience. Oh! I know you've snatched bits that in no wise were included in the program, but we're all grafters. I want to play fair. Will you flit over the continent |
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