Mistress and Maid by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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And though originally it was applied by a man to a woman, and she
smiled sometimes to think how "unfeminine" some people--Selina for instance--would consider her turning it the other way, still she did so. She believed that, for woman as for man, that is the purest and noblest love which is the most self-existent, most independent of love returned; and which can say, each to the other equally on both sides, that the whole solemn purpose of life is, under God's service, "If not to win, to feel more worthy thee." Such thoughts made her step firmer and her heart lighter; so that she hardly noticed the distance they must have walked till the close London air began to oppress her, and the smooth glaring London pavements made her Stowbury feet ache sorely. "Are you tired, Elizabeth? Well, we'll rest soon. There must be lodgings near here. Only I can't quite make out--" As Miss Hilary looked up to the name of the street the maid noticed what a glow came into her mistress's face, pale and tired as it was. Just then a church clock struck the quarter hour. "That must be St. Pancras. And this--yes, this is Burton Street, Burton Crescent." "I'm sure Missis wouldn't like to live there;" observed Elizabeth, eyeing uneasily the gloomy rez de-chaussee, familiar to many a generation of struggling respectability, where, in the decadence of the season, every second house bore the announcement "apartments furnished." |
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