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Updated: June 5, 2025
A half-merry, half-retaliative humor in Lufa, may have wrought for revenge by making Walter fall in love with her; at all events it was a consolation to her wounded vanity when she saw him, in love with her; but it was chiefly in the hope of a "good" review of her next book that she cultivated his acquaintance, and now she felt sure of her end.
Whether she saw it or not I can not say, but she was followed all along the corridor by the smell of the burning leather, which got on to some sleeping noses, and made their owners dream the house was on fire. In the morning, Sefton woke him, helped him to dress, got him away in time, and went with him to the station. Not a word passed between them about Lufa.
He believes or at least hopes his star is on the way, and what can he do but wait, for he is laden with the burden of a wealth given him to give the love of a true heart the rarest, as the most precious thing on the face of his half-baked brick of a world. It was easy for me to love you, Lady Lufa, while I took that for granted in you which did not yet exist in myself!
The mother withdrew to her writing-table, and began to write, now and then throwing in a word as they talked. Lady Lufa seemed pleased with her new acquaintance; Walter was bewitched. Bewitchment I take to be the approach of the real to our ideal. Perhaps upon that, however, depends even the comforting or the restful.
"Lufa," said Lady Tremaine, "you need not go away. Mr. Colman and I have no secrets. Come and be introduced to him." She entered a small, pale creature, below the middle height, with the daintiest figure, and child-like eyes of dark blue, very clear, and must I say it? for the occasion "worn" wide.
It may be that there still is work for my sword to perform. Well is it that I have not already fulfilled my intention of casting the brave weapon into the sea." Early on the following morning, which was the last of the year, Elspeth Blackfell awoke to find herself alone in the cave. Aasta was gone; even the wolf Lufa was no longer there, and the fire was dead out.
Then he copied all out fair and plain, so that she could read it easily and here is his letter, word for word: "MY DEAR LADY LUFA, In part by means of the severe lesson I received through you, a great change has passed upon me. I am no longer able to think of myself as the important person I used to take myself for.
"But the world is made up of those that laugh and those that are laughed at." "They change places, however, sometimes!" said Walter which alarmed Lufa, though she did not show her anxiety. "Certainly!" she replied. "Everybody laughs at everybody when he gets a chance! What is society but a club for mutual criticism! The business of its members is to pass judgment on each other!
He soon perceived that they held almost no communication with each other, but was not surprised, knowing in how peculiar a relation they stood. Lufa was not looking unhappy far from it; her countenance expressed absolute self-contentment: in all parts of the house she was attracting attention, especially from the young men.
Here Walter, who had been shivering with cold, began to grow warm again as he answered: "How could you write that poem, Lady Lufa full of such grand things about love, declaring love everything and rank nothing; and then, when it came to yourself, treat me like this! I could not have believed it possible! You can not know what love is, however much you write about it!"
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