The Unclassed by George Gissing
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to fear amongst living women; the one rival to be dreaded was
altogether out of the sphere of her conceptions,--the ideal love of a poet's heart and brain. But the ideal is often least present to us when most needed. Here was love; offer but love to a poet, and does he pause to gauge its quality? The sudden whirl of conflicting emotions left Julian at the mercy of the instant's impulse. She was weak; she was suffering through him; she loved him. "Be my wife, then," he whispered, returning her embrace, "and let me guard you from all who would do you harm." She uttered a cry of delight, and the cry was a true one. CHAPTER XIV NEAR AND FAR Osmond Waymark was light-hearted; and with him such a state meant something not at all to be understood by those with whom lightness of heart is a chronic affection. The man who dwells for long periods face to face with the bitter truths of life learns so to distrust a fleeting moment of joy, gives habitually so cold a reception to the tardy messenger of delight, that, when the bright guest outdares his |
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