A Mountain Woman by Elia W. (Elia Wilkinson) Peattie
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page 132 of 228 (57%)
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quickened and deepened through the years
of solitude. He had thought out a great many things. He had read a few good books and digested them, and the visions in his heart had kept him from being bitter. Yet, suddenly confronted with liberty, turned loose like a pastured colt, without master or rein, he felt only confusion and dismay. He might be expected to feel ex- ultation. He experienced only fright. It is precisely the same with the liberated colt. The train pulled into a bustling station, in which the multitudinous noises were thrown back again from the arched iron roof. The relentless haste of all the people was inexpressibly cruel to the man who looked from the window wondering whither he would go, and if, among all the thousands that made up that vast and throbbing city, he would ever find a friend. For a moment David longed even for that unmaternal mother who had forgotten him in the hour of his distress; but she had been dead for many years. The train stopped. Every one got out. David forced himself to his feet and followed. |
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