No words can tell how I feel for you! My own love, remember the better
days at home before that cowardly villain stole his way into your heart;
remember the happy time at Combe-Raven when we were always together.
Oh, don't, don't treat me like a stranger! We are alone in the world
now--let me come and comfort you, let me be more than a sister to you,
if I can. One line--only one line to tell me where I can find you!"
IX.
_From Magdalen to Norah._
"July 7th.
"MY DEAREST NORAH--All that your love for me can wish your letter has
done. You, and you alone, have found your way to my heart. I could think
again, I could feel again, after reading what you have written to me.
Let this assurance quiet your anxieties. My mind lives and breathes once
more--it was dead until I got your letter.
"The shock I have suffered has left a strange quietness in me. I feel as
if I had parted from my former self--as if the hopes once so dear to me
had all gone back to some past time from which I am now far removed. I
can look at the wreck of my life more calmly, Norah, than you could
look at it if we were both together again. I can trust myself already to
write to Frank.
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