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It is all very well to sneer at 'love, but, after all a woman is flesh and blood; she is not a chattel or a slave girl, and marriage is not like anything else it means many things to a woman. There is no magic about marriage to make that which is unrighteous righteous." "There," said her father, "it is no good your lecturing to me on marriage, Ida.
All the jewellery and dresses, and everything that Miss Ludington has given me, I have left behind, except the clothes I had to have to go away in, and these I will return as soon as I get where I am going. Oh, my poor Paul! I am no more Ida Ludington than you are. How could you ever believe such a thing? But let me tell my shameful story in order.
Ida was glad to let the conversation take this new turn, for she understood his eagerness now, and she had felt that they were skirting a crisis each time she had talked with him of late.
"I thought you were fond of music," Joseph remarked, beginning to look sullen. "We shall go quite quietly, and no one need know anything about it, for I got tickets for the upper circle and not the stalls on purpose; and they're in a back row. I thought you'd enjoy this concert, and if you don't go I shall tear up the tickets." "Oh, do let us go, Ida!" pleaded Isabel.
"To my mind it lies between 'Patience' and 'Iolanthe," said Clarence. "The 'Mikado' has been done to death, and so has 'Trial by Jury. And 'Princess Ida' is too full of blank verse, and the men's solos are too hard." So far as Joy was concerned nothing had been done to death.
Now Colonel Quaritch had never heard that Mr. de la Molle had more than one child, Ida de la Molle, the young lady whose face remained so strongly fixed in his memory, although he had scarcely spoken to her on that one occasion five long years ago. Could it be possible that she had died in Egypt? The idea sent a tremor of fear through him, though of course there was no real reason why it should.
By dint of working twice as hard as May, Ida had managed to outstrip her, and to begin the Junior year as the first of the class; but all the while she was conscious that her success was due to labour, and not to a larger intelligence. And with the coming of the new professor of Greek, this superiority, her one consolation, was called in question.
You're to ask no questions, but just make yourself ready to go." Bradley's mind was in a whirl. Ida seemed so different not at all like that last letter she had written to him. He felt rather than perceived the change in her. She left him at the hotel door and her parting hand-clasp quickened his breath. An indefinite and unreasonable exultation filled his eyes with light.
Ida should be brought up "respectably" it was her own word; she should be kept absolutely free from the contamination of her mother's way of living; nay, should, when the time came, go to school, and have good chances.
He knew her too well to interrupt her, and took a seat near her, waiting for her to speak. At last she turned abruptly, and said, "Bradley, I'm going home." It made him catch his breath. "Oh, no, I can't let you do that, Ida." "Yes, I must go; I can't stay here. That play to-night has wakened my sleeping conscience. I must go back to the West."
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