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But no allusion was made to the book, on the one hand because Lady Lufa was aware he had written the review, and on the other because Walter did not wish to give his opinion of it. He placed it in the category of first works; and, knowing how poor those of afterward distinguished writers may be, it did not annoy him that one who could talk so well should have written such rubbish.
No, I won't keep you; I will send it to your room." He had scarce shut his door when it opened again, and there was Lufa. "I beg your pardon!" she said; "I thought you would not be come up, and I wanted to make my little offering with my own hand: it owes so much to you!" She slipped past him, laid her book on his table, and went. He lighted his candles with eager anxiety, and took it up.
Lady Lufa would be in everybody's mouth, the same as if I had run off with my groom! Our people are so blind that, believe me, they would hardly see the difference. The thing is simply impossible!" "It would not be impossible if you loved me!" "Then I don't, never did, never could love you. Don't imagine you can persuade me to anything unbecoming, anything treacherous to my people!
Lufa was an iceberg that would not melt even in the warm southward sea, watched by a still volcano, whose fires were of no avail, for they could not reach her. Sparklingly pretty, not radiantly beautiful, she sat, glancing, coruscating, glittering, anything except glowing: glow she could not even put on! She did not know what it was.
That it had indeed come to an end, Molly drew from the quiet way in which he spoke of it; and his account of the letter he had written to Lufa, confirmed her conclusion. How delighted she was to be so thoroughly trusted by him! "I'm so glad, Walter!" she said. "What are you glad of, Molly?" "That you know one sort of girl, and are not so likely to take the next upon trust."
Oh, Lady Lufa, let me speak; forget my presumption; you bore with my folly bear now with what is true though it come from a foolish heart! What would it be to us, if we gained the praises of the whole world, and found afterward they were for what was counted of no value in the great universe into which we had passed! Let us be true, whatever come of it, and look the facts of things in the face!
It had been taken for granted by Lufa that Walter could not ride; whereas, not only had he had some experience, but he was one of the few possessed of an individual influence over the lower brotherhood of animals, and his was especially equine. One morning, from an ailment in one of the horses, Lufa found that her mount required consideration.
Lufa rose and went to get ready. Walter followed, and overtook her on the stair. "I have something for you," he said; "may I bring it you?" He could not postpone the effect his book might have. Authors young and old think so much of their books that they seldom conceive how little others care about them. She was hardly in her room, when he followed her with the volume. She took it, and opened it.
Lady Lufa, there is nothing remarkable in your poem. It is nicely, correctly written, and in parts skillfully contrived; but had it been sent me among other books, and without indication of the author, I should certainly have thrown it aside as the attempt of a school-girl, who, having more pocket money than was good for her, had been able to print it without asking her parents or guardians.
I would have the star shine through the cloud shine on the heart of the watcher! the real Lufa lies hidden under a dusky garment of untruth; none but the eye of God can see through to the lovely thing He made, out of which the false Lufa is smothering the life.
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