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Updated: June 14, 2025
Dexter to be the purest of women; and I believe so still." Both Mrs. Arden and her daughter seemed annoyed at this defence of a woman against whom they had so readily accepted the common rumor. But they said nothing farther. After that an unusual embarrassment marked their intercourse. As early as he could, with politeness, retire, Hendrickson went away.
Full ten minutes elapsed after his entrance, ere Jessie's light tread was heard on the stairs. She came down slowly, and as she entered the room, Hendrickson was struck with the singular expression of her face. At the first glance he scarcely recognized her. "Are you not well, Miss Loring?" he asked, stepping forward to meet her. His manner was warm, and his tones full of sympathy.
For a moment or two the eyes of both were fixed, and neither had the power to move them. Then, each with a slight confusion of manner, turned from the other. Hendrickson retired into the nearly deserted parlors, while Miss Loring, attended by Dexter, entered the carriage, and was driven away. IT was past the hour of two, when Jessie Loring stepped from the carriage and entered her home.
The shock of separation had rent away a few scales from his eyes, and his vision was clearer; but the clearer vision did not lessen his misery for self-upbraidings crowded in with the illustrating light. For a while, jealous suspicion kept him watchfully alive to the movements of Paul Hendrickson.
He had been, in all his actions, too true a man for even suspicion to touch his name. As Hendrickson had rightly supposed, Jessie Loring came forth from her seclusion of years. Not all at once, but by gradual intrusions upon the social life around her. At first she went abroad on a mission of charity. Then her friend Mrs.
"Yes, that is my meaning," said Hendrickson, looking steadily into the face of Mrs. Denison. She merely shook her head in a grave, quiet way. Hendrickson drew a long breath, then compressed his lips but still looked into the face of his friend. "There are impediments yet in the way," said Mrs. Denison. "I know what you think. The Divine law is superior to all human enactments."
Dexter had resolved to see Miss Loring that very evening, and was only a short distance from her home, and in sight of the door, when he saw a man ascend the steps and ring. He stopped and waited. A servant came to the door and the caller entered. For a time, the question was revolved as to whether he should follow, or not. "It is Hendrickson.
Be open, frank, at ease yourself. Keep your thoughts clear, and let not a pulse beat quicker than now." "That last injunction goes too far, my good friend; for my heart gives a bound the moment my eyes rest upon her. So you see that mine is a desperate case." "The more need of skill and coolness. A blunder may prove fatal." Mr. Hendrickson rose, saying, "Time passes.
His tones were evenly balanced. "Too late! Too late!" she answered, in a hoarse voice. "The cup is dashed to pieces at my feet, and the precious wine spilled!" "Oh, speak not thus! Recall the words!" exclaimed Hendrickson, reaching out his hands towards her. But she moved back a pace or two repeating the sentence "Too late! Too late!"
And this love of the Lord flowing into man is received, protected, and guarded by woman's truth, until, in her fitness and perfect adaptation to him, she becomes the love of the wisdom of the man's love, and the twain are no longer two, but one." The fresh spring days were now coming Madame Hendrickson went to an eternal spring.
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