Famous Affinities of History — Volume 3 by Lydon Orr
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there was a settled melancholy. She trembled at his touch and
almost shrank from him. Here was seen the impetuosity of the meridional. He had first spoken to this woman only two days before. He knew nothing of her station, of her surroundings, of her character. He did not even know her name. Yet one thing he knew absolutely--that she was made for him and that he must have her for his own. He spoke at once of marriage; but at this she drew away from him still farther. "No," she said. "I told you that you must not speak to me until you have heard my story." He led her to a great stone bench near by; and, passing his arm about her waist, he drew her head down to his shoulder as he said: "Well, tell me. I will listen." Then this girl of twenty-four, with perfect frankness, because she was absolutely loyal, told him why she felt that they must never see each other any more-much less marry and be happy. She was the daughter of a colonel in the French army. The sudden death of her father had left her penniless and alone. Coming to Paris at the age of eighteen, she had given lessons in the household of a high officer of the empire. This man had been attracted by her beauty, and had seduced her. Later she had secured the means of living modestly, realizing more deeply each month how dreadful had been her fate and how she had been cut off from the lot of other girls. She felt that her life must be a perpetual penance for what had befallen her through her |
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