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Does a woman regret when she's saved from a mistake and gets off scot-free as well?" They looked at each other for a moment and then Lynda drew away her hand. "Thanks, Con, and please miss us a little, but not too much. What will you do to pass the time until we return?" "I think" Truedale pulled himself up sharply "I think I'll go up under the eaves and get out the old play!" "Oh! how splendid!
I wonder now why I have kept behind the bars when, by a little exertion a little indifference to opinion I might have broadened my horizon. But good Lord! I haven't wasted time. I've studied every detail; nothing has escaped me. While I felt conscientiously responsible, I stuck to my job; but a man has a right to a little freedom of his own!" Lynda drew so close that her stool touched the chair.
"And now I'll call you muvver-Lyn 'cause you're mighty kind and this is your house! It's a right fine house." Truedale had well timed his return home. He was ready to greet the two in the library. The prattling voice charmed him with its delightful mellowness and he went forward gladly to meet Lynda and the new little child.
"You know the way home might have been longer and harder, by and by." "I wish Betty and I might have helped to make it easier; for a time, anyway." The eternal revolt against seemingly useless suffering rang in the words. And that night Truedale had kissed Lynda lingeringly. "Such things," he said, referring to the day's sad duties, "such things do drag people together."
And yet without conceit or vanity Truedale believed that Lynda felt for him what he felt for her. Never doubting that he could bring to her an unsullied past, she was, delicately, in finest woman-fashion, laying her heart open to him. She knew that he had little to offer and yet and yet she was willing! Truedale knew this to be true.
Faithful, pure, she could not forgive the truth!" Truedale, thinking so of Lynda Kendall, owned to his best self that because the woman who now filled his life held to her high ideals would never lower them he could honour and reverence her. If she, like him, could change, and accept selfishly that which she would scorn in another, she would not be the splendid creature she was.
In her soft thin dress, standing by the open window, she was the gladdest creature one could wish to see. And so Truedale found her. He knew that only one reason had caused Lynda to meet him as she was now doing. It was surrender! Across the moon-lighted room he went to her with opened arms, and when she came to meet him and lifted her face he kissed her reverently.
She was like a recurrence like some one who had played her part before or were the scene and Nella-Rose but the materialization of something Lynda had always expected, always dreaded, but which she had always known must come some day? She was prepared now terribly prepared! Everything depended upon her management of the crucial moments.
Little Ann soon learned to love the place and had her tiny chair beside the hearth or table. There she learned the lessons of consideration for others, and self-control. "If the day comes," Lynda told Betty, "when my work interferes with my duty to Con and Ann, it will go! But more and more I am inclined to think that the interference is a matter of choice.
But this hope and vision did not banish entirely Truedale's growing sorrow for the part he must inevitably take when the truth was known to Lynda and Brace. Harder and harder the telling of it appeared as the time drew near. Never had they seemed dearer or more sacred to him than now when he realized the hurt he must cause them.
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