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But she only threw him a smiling negative, and became still more interesting to her friends. At last, and of her own will, she arose, and bowing, with a face all smiles and eyes dancing in light, to Mr. Hendrickson and Mrs. Florence, she stepped forward, and placing her hand on the arm of her husband, went like a sunbeam from the room. They had reached their own apartments, and Mrs.
"Your daughter has, no doubt, already informed you that I proved myself one of the dullest of travelling companions." "Oh, no," Miss Arden spoke up quickly. "Ma knows that I gave you credit for being exceedingly agreeable. But, indeed, Mr. Hendrickson, you look ill." "I am slightly indisposed," he answered, "and with your leave will retire to my room. I shall feel better after lying down."
"Is it not so, Paul?" "If I was certain as to the Divine law," said Hendrickson. "The record is very explicit." "Read in the simple letter, I grant that it is. But" "Paul! It grieves me to throw an icy chill over your ardent feelings," said Mrs. Denison, interrupting him. "But you may rest well assured of one thing: Jessie Loring, though no longer Mrs.
She stood suddenly still, and held her breath, while a paleness overspread her features. But her long training had given her great self-control. "Mr. Hendrickson," she said, advancing across the room. He grasped her hand, but she did not return the ardent pressure, though the touch went thrilling to her heart. But the paleness had left her face. At this moment Mrs.
"I am affianced, and know my duty," she added. "Know it, and will perform it to the letter. And now, sir, spare me from this moment. And when we meet again, as meet no doubt we shall, let it be as friends no more." The pressure of despair was on the heart of Paul Hendrickson. He was not able to rally himself. He could not retain the calm exterior a little while before assumed.
My brain grows wild at thought of this terrible wrong." The image of Miss Arden flitted before him. "Beautiful loving pure!" he said, "I might win you for my bride; but will not so wrong you as to offer a divided heart. All things forbid!" Mr. Hendrickson did not leave his room that evening. At ten o'clock a servant knocked at his door. Mrs.
Conscious that he was wholly misrepresenting himself in the young lady's eyes, and feeling, moreover, that he was only spoiling pleasant company, Hendrickson, after a brief call, left the field clear to his rival. Jessie accompanied him to the door. "I shall be pleased to see you again, Mr. Hendrickson," she said, in a tone of voice that betrayed something of her interest in him.
And now," speaking quickly and with energy, "in Heaven's name leave me!" "Not yet not yet," said the young man, reaching for his hands and trying to take one of hers; but she put both of her hands behind her and stepped back several paces. "Spare me the pain of a harsh word, Mr. Hendrickson. I have said leave me!" Her voice had acquired firmness. "Oh, no!
But after the earthly dross of your souls is consumed, the pure gold will flow together, I trust, at the bottom of the same crucible. Wait, my friend; wait longer. The time is not yet." A sadder man than when he came, did Mr. Hendrickson leave the house of Mrs. Denison on that day.
Dexter at Newport was unfortunate. Hendrickson had looked right down into her heart; reading a page, the writing on which she would have died rather than have revealed. Her pure regard for him was her own deeply hidden secret. It was a lamp burning in the sepulchre of buried hope. She could no more extinguish the sacred fire than quench her own existence.
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