Bella Donna - A Novel by Robert Smythe Hichens
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"Well, good night, Armine. I am glad you're back. Let us see something of each other." "Don't go yet. Come to my sitting-room and have a smoke." "Better not. I have to be up early. I ride at half-past seven." "I'll ride with you, then." "To-morrow?" "Yes, to-morrow." "But have you got any horses up?" "No; I'll hire from Simonds. Don't wait for me, but look out for me in the Row. Good night, old chap." As they grasped hands for a moment, he added: "Wasn't I right?" "Right?" "About her--Mrs. Chepstow? She may have been driven into the Devil's hands, but don't you see, don't you feel, the good in her, struggling up, longing for an opportunity to proclaim itself, to take the reins of her life and guide her to calm, to happiness, to peace? I pity that woman, Isaacson; I pity her." |
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