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"I think I do," was his earnest reply. "Relief from heart-ache, Luttra." Her smooth brow wrinkled with a sudden spasm of pain but her firm lips did not quiver. "It means," said she, drawing nearer but not with that approach which indicates yielding, "it means, shame to the proudest family that lives in the land.
She had not long to wait. Almost with the closing of the street door upon the detectives and their prisoners, Mr. Blake followed by Mrs. Daniels and another lady whose thick veil and long cloak but illy concealed the patrician features and stately form of the Countess De Mirac, entered the room. The surprise had its effect; Luttra was evidently for the moment thrown off her guard. "Mrs.
No, I should have a fair wife and an obedient one, but no vulgarized shadow of Evelyn, thank God, or of any of her fashionably dressed friends. "Advanced thus far towards the end, I went to see Luttra. I had not beheld her since the morning we parted at the door of that little cottage in Vermont, and her presence caused me a shock.
That she was not, seemed to drag all womanhood a little nearer the dust; fashionable womanhood I ought to say, for somehow even at that early day her conduct did not seem to affect the vivid image of Luttra standing upon my threshold, shorn of her joy but burning with a devotion I did not comprehend, and saying, "'I loved you. Ah, and I do yet, my husband, love you so that I leave you.
Eleven months ago I left you because your pleasure and my own dignity demanded it; to-day I put by all the joy and exaltation you offer, because your position as a gentleman, and your happiness as a man equally requires it." "My happiness as a man!" he broke in. "Ah, Luttra if you love me as I do you " "I might perhaps yield," she allowed with a faint smile.
"'Then I heard aright, she murmured, and waited with a look that would not be gainsaid. "I could only bow my head, cursing the day I was born. "'Holman! Holman! came in agonized entreaty from the bed, 'you will not rob me of my daughter now? "Startled, I looked up. Luttra was half way to the door. "'What are you going to do? cried I, bounding towards her. "She stopped me with a look.
Enough that before the storm had passed its height, I awoke as if at the touch of a hand, and leaping with a bound out of the bed, beheld to my incredible amazement, the alert, nervous form of Luttra standing before me. She had my coat in her hand, and it was her touch that had evidently awakened me.
"Luttra, I am your husband and rejoice that I am so; it is to lay the devotion of my heart and life at your feet that I seek your presence this hour. The year has taught me ah, what has not the year taught me of the worth of her I so recklessly threw from me on my wedding day.
"But Luttra," he again broke in, "you married me knowing what your father and brother were capable of committing." "Yes, yes; I was blinded by passion, a girl's passion, Mr. Blake, born of glamour and gratitude; not the self-forgetting devotion of a woman who has tasted the bitterness of life and so learned its lesson of sacrifice.
Feeling myself no longer necessary in that spot, I followed where my wishes led and entered the room where Luttra was bidding good-bye to her father. "I shall never forget," I heard her say as I crossed the floor to where Mr. Gryce stood looking out of the window, "that your blood runs in my veins together with that of my gentle-hearted, never-to-be-forgotten mother.
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