The Lane That Had No Turning, Volume 1 by Gilbert Parker
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to make us believe they're alive. Why did he ever try to marry you? Why
did you ever marry him? You are the great singer of the world. He's a mad hunchback habitant seigneur!" She stamped her foot indignantly, but presently she ruled herself to composure, and said quietly: "He is my husband. He is a brave man, with foolish dreams." Then with a sudden burst of tender feeling, she said: "Oh, father, father, can't you see, I loved him--that is why I married him. You ask me what I am going to do? I am going to give the rest of my life to him. I am going to stay with him, and be to him all that he may never have in this world, never--never. I am going to be to him what my mother was to you, a slave to the end--a slave who loved you, and who gave you a daughter who will do the same for her husband--" "No matter what he does or is--eh?" "No matter what he is." Lajeunesse gasped. "You will give up singing! Not sing again before kings and courts, and not earn ten thousand dollars a month--more than I've earned in twenty years? You don't mean that, Madelinette." He was hoarse with feeling, and he held out his hand pleadingly. To him it seemed that his daughter was mad; that she was throwing her life away. "I mean that, father," she answered quietly. "There are things worth more than money." "You don't mean to say that you can love him as he is. It isn't natural. But no, it isn't." |
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