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"You'd better not let Dolly hear you say that," she said. "I didn't have a thing to do with it, Zara. It was all Dolly's cleverness that won that race." "I'm awfully glad you're back, Bessie. I've had the strangest feeling this afternoon as if someone were watching me." Bessie grew grave at once. Although she never shared them, she had grown chary of laughing at Zara's premonitions and feelings.
I was that monstrosity of creation, which, calling itself a man, was, according to Zara's lights, without principal, honor, integrity, or manhood.
During the three weeks of Zara's absence he had allowed himself to dream into a state of romantic love for her. He had glossed over in his mind her distant coldness, her frigid adherence to the bare proposition, so that to return to that state of things had come to him as a shock. But, this morning, he knew he was a fool to have expected anything else.
Come; and by our friendship so lately sworn by Zara's pure soul by God's existence, I will not die till I have changed that darkness over you into light eternal! Fare you well!" He caught the Prince's hand, and wrung it hard; then, without further word, look, or gesture, turned and disappeared again within the chapel.
With a sense of deep commiseration in me, I spoke again with great gentleness. "You need not look upon Zara's corpse unless you wish it, Prince," I said. "To you, the mysteries of the Hereafter have not been unlocked, because there is something in your nature that cannot and will not believe in God. Therefore to you, death must be repellent.
And the prince, great and noble by instinct and nature, who had with such dignity admitted to me his love for her, was having his feelings and his affections played upon as a skilled performer touches the keys of a piano. It was a new and unsuspected phase of Zara's character thus unfolded to me; and it was a most disquieting one.
How could she, from so far away, keep the promise she had made to poor Jinny on her death-bed? She would have to give up the baby of which she had grown so fond give it back into Zara's unmotherly hands. And never again of a Saturday would she fetch poor little long-legged Trotty from school.
Zara's intensity of passion during her dramatic recital, had imparted itself to me, so that when she ceased speaking for a moment, I felt myself glowing and throbbing with all the excitement that absorbed her.
It only remained to finally decide the characters. She considered that Ethelrida should undoubtedly be Guinevere; but, above all, Zara must be Isolt! "Of course, of course!" they all cried unanimously, while Zara's eyes went black. "Tristram and Isolt! How splendid!" "And I shall be Brangaine, and give the love potion," Lady Anningford went on.
She still held Zara's hand, and before the surprised farmer could stop them, Bessie had dragged Zara to her feet, and they had dashed under his outstretched arm and got clear away, while the loafers about the station laughed at him. "Come back! You can't get away!" he shouted, as he broke into a clumsy run after them. "Come back, or I'll make you sorry " But Bessie knew what she was about.
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