The Deliverance; a romance of the Virginia tobacco fields by Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow
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not sure that I consider it entirely proper reading for the
young. Aren't you tired walking, Lila?" "Oh, no, mother." "Well, we mustn't take the Scriptures literally, you know, my child; if we did, I fear a great deal of trouble would come of it--and surely it is a pity to magnify the passion of love when so very many estimable persons get along quite comfortably without it. You remember my remarking how happy Miss Belinda Morrison always appeared to be, and so far as I know she never had a suitor in her life, though she lived to be upward of eighty." "Oh, mother! and yet you were so madly in love with father--you remember the fancy ball." "The fancy ball occupied only one night, my dear, and I've had almost seventy years. I married for love, as you certainly know--at my age, I suppose I might as well admit it--but the marriage happened to be also entirely suitable, and I hope that I should never have been guilty of anything so indelicate as to fall in love with a gentleman who wasn't a desirable match." Lila flushed and bit her lip. "I don't care about stations in life, nor blood, nor anything like that," she protested. The old lady sighed. "We won't have any more of Solomon, Tucker, |
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