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And eventually this theme held and swayed the play this effect of a deep love upon such a nature as Nella-Rose's, the propelling power the redeeming and strengthening influence. In the end Truedale called his work "The Interpretation." And while this was going on behind the attic door, a seemingly slight incident had the effect of reinforcing Truedale's growing belief in his philosophy.
He could not easily depose her from the most sacred memories of his life, but gradually he grew to believe that her relations to him were had always been platonic; and that she, in the new scheme, would play no small part in his life and Nella-Rose's. There would be years of self-denial and labour and then, by and by, success would be achieved.
Once Truedale began to reason this out, once he saw Nella-Rose's dependence upon him her trust and happiness he capitulated and permitted his imagination to picture and colour the time on ahead. He refused to turn a backward glance.
He knew with what carelessness mail matter was regarded in the hills, and winter had already laid its hold upon Pine Cone, he felt sure. So while he waited he plunged eagerly into each day's work and with delight saw how everything seemed to go through without a hitch. It began to look as if, when Nella-Rose's reply came, there would be no reason for delay in bringing her to the North.
All power or inclination for struggle was past; the inheritance of weakness which old William Truedale had feared and with which Conning himself had so contended in his barren youth, asserted itself and prepared to take unquestioningly what the present offered. At that moment Truedale believed himself arbiter of his own fate and Nella-Rose's.
Certainly if they did not know at the time of Nella-Rose's whereabouts they would, like others, voice the suspicion of the hills; but by now they would either have her with them or know positively where she was. For all his determination to believe this, Truedale had his moments of sickening doubt. The simple statement in White's letter, burned, as time went on, into his very soul.
This was Nella-Rose's child, but why had Lynda ? And with this thought such a wave of emotion swept over Truedale that he feared, strong as he was, that he was going to lose consciousness. For a moment he struggled with sheer physical sensation, but he kept his eyes upon the small, dark face turned trustingly to his.
But even as he arrived at this wise conclusion, he was noting, as often before he had noted, the fascinating colour and quality of Nella-Rose's hair. It was both dark and light. If smoke were filled with sunlight it would be something like the mass of more or less loosened tendrils that crowned the girl's pretty head.
She was with Lois Ann; it was the hill-fever, and she was mercifully spared the knowledge of suffering or renunciation. She kept repeating that she saw beautiful things; she was glad glad to the last minute. Her children and husband have gone to Nella-Rose's old home. Lois Ann says they are saving everybody! That's all, Con all."
Well, much lay in the keeping of the little mountain girl whose fascination and loveliness would plead mightily. Of Nella-Rose's power Truedale held no doubt. Then came White's devastating letter at the close of an exhausting day when Conning was to dine with the Kendalls.
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