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Surely, the mother-passion must have infinite relations and destinies. As I was unable to leave home, my father persuaded Miss Clare to accompany him and help him to take charge of her. I confess it was a relief to me when she left the house; for though I wanted to be as kind to her as I could, I felt considerable discomfort in her presence.
Convinced; for there was no wavering in his eye, no trembling in the hand she had clasped; convinced but ready notwithstanding to repudiate her own convictions, so much of the mother-passion, if not the wife's, tugged at her heart, she remained immovable for a moment, waiting for the impossible, hoping against hope for a withdrawal of his words and the reillumination of hope.
Oh, Tave, Tave if I could only know something where he is if living; I can't sleep thinking " She wrung her clasped hands and began to walk nervously back and forth in the room. "Aurora, I feel sure he's living, but when he's found then's the time to help." "How?" She turned upon him almost savagely; it looked as if her primitive mother-passion were at bay for her young.
She clasped her hands above her head, fell on her knees at Miss Clare's feet, and looked up in her face without uttering a word. "I will speak to Mr. Walton," said Miss Clare; and left her. The next morning she was discharged, at the request of my husband, who brought her home with him. Sympathy with the mother-passion in her bosom had melted away all my resentment.
Glenfernie, free to speak of Ian, spoke freely, with the relief of there, at least, a sunny day. It somewhat amazed and disquieted, even while it touched, the older man of quiet passions and even ways, the old strength of this friendship. Glenfernie seemed to brood with a mother-passion over Ian. To an extent here he confided in Strickland.
But, as he well knew, it had gone hardly too with the man or beast who should have forced the Lady Desdemona to her defense. Weak and exhausted though she clearly was, the mother-passion looked out from her brimming eyes, and the call of need would have found her a living flame for valor, a most deadly force in a fight. "All right! All right! Don't stir, my mate," said Finn's low whine.
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