The Point of View by Elinor Glyn
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what I mean. When these wearisome thongs are off your wrists you
will belong to me, and come with me into my country and be part of my life." "Ah!" whispered Stella, the picture seemed one of heaven, that was all. "You must have freedom to assert your individuality, Stella," he continued. "I can but show you the way and give you a new point of view, but I will never try to rule you and drag you to mine. I will never put any chains upon you but those of love. Do they sound as if they would be too heavy, dearest?" "I think not," she said very low. "I feel as though I were looking into a beautiful garden from the top of an ugly, barren, cold mountain. I shall like to come down and go in among the unknown flowers." "It will be so glorious for us," he said exultantly, "because we have still all the interesting things to find out about each other,--" And then, her sweet face so very near him, the temptation to caress her became too intense; he quivered and changed his position, clasping his hands. "Darling," he said hoarsely, "we must soon go back to the company, because, although I count always upon my will to make my actions obey it, still I can hardly prevent myself from seizing you in my arms and kissing your tender lips--and that I must not do--as yet." |
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