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In this state of mind Truedale devoted himself to business, and Lynda, with a fresh power that surprised even herself, resumed her own tasks. "And this is love," she often thought to herself, "it is the real thing. Some women think they have love when love has them. This beautiful, tangible something that is making even these days sacred has proved itself. I can rely upon it lean heavily upon it."
The sharp, outer air had brought colour to her cheeks, life to her eyes. She was very handsome in her rich furs and dark, feathered hat. "Now, little Ann, trot along and do the lesson, don't forget!" Betty pushed the child gently toward Lynda. With a laugh, lately learned and a bit doubtful, Ann ran to the opened arms. "Snuggle!" commanded Betty.
He intended, if time were ever his again, to begin where he had left off when broken health interrupted. In the extension room over William Truedale's bedchamber Lynda carried on her designing and her study; her office, uptown, was reserved for interviews and outside business. Her home workshop had the feminine touch that the other lacked.
It will be another dear place for Bobilink to go for a visit, and best of all there's a perfectly splendid man in the big house for a for a father!" Real fear came into Ann's eyes at this fear that lay at the root of all her trouble. "No!" she cried. "I can't play father!" Lynda drew her to her closely.
"One man of course within limits and reason is as good as another when he loves a woman and makes her love him. You certainly thought you loved Morrell. You had nothing to gain unless you did. You probably earned as much as he." "That's true. All quite true." "Then something happened!" Truedale flung his half-smoked cigar in the fire. "What was it, Lynda?" "There was nothing really "
The small, dark face clouded; the fear-look crept to the large eyes. "I I don't know," was the only reply, and Ann turned away this time toward Lynda! "And suppose he never knows?" Lynda spoke with her lips pressed to Ann's soft hair the child was in her arms. "Then you and Con will have something to begin heaven with." Betty's eyes were wet.
"But, Con you meant to to marry her; you meant that from the first?" Lynda had forgotten herself, her suffering. She was struggling to save something more precious than her love; she was holding to her faith in Truedale. "Good God! yes. It was the one thing I wanted the one thing I planned.
"There was the fact, wasn't there?" "Oh! yes, the fact." "Why did you do it?" "That is a long story." Lynda looked up, now, and smiled the rare smile that only the stricken man understood. Appeal, confusion, and detachment marked it. She longed, helplessly, for sympathy and understanding. "Well, long stories are welcome enough here, child; especially after the dearth of them.
Lynda looked up and smiled radiantly. "I had hoped," she said, "that I might have the honour of declining the little apartment. I'm so glad, Con, dear, that you want to come home to stay and will not have to be forced here!" And at that moment Lynda had no thought of the money. Bigger, deeper things held her. "And our wedding day, Lyn? Surely it may be soon." "Let me see.
The intimacy of sitting opposite Lynda, the smiling pleasure of old Thomas who served them, combined to lure him again from his stern sense of duty. Why? Why? his yearning pleaded. Why should he destroy his own future happiness and that of this sweet, innocent woman for a whim that was what he tried to term it of conscience?
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