The Weavers: a tale of England and Egypt of fifty years ago - Volume 2 by Gilbert Parker
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value save to the giver; but thee gave nothing; thee remembered nothing
of what was given thee." "It is not so, it is not so," he urged eagerly, nervously. "I gave, and I still give." "In those old days, I did not understand," she went on, "what it was thee wanted. I know now. It was to know the heart and mind of a woman--of a woman older than thee. So that thee should have such sort of experience, though I was but a foolish choice of the experiment. They say thee has a gift for chemistry like thy father; but if thee experiments no more wisely in the laboratory than with me, thee will not reach distinction." "Your father hated my father and did not believe in him, I know not why, and you are now hating and disbelieving me." "I do not know why my father held the late Earl in abhorrence; I know he has no faith in thee; and I did ill in listening to thee, in believing for one moment there was truth in thee. But no, no, I think I never believed it. I think that even when thee said most, at heart I believed least." "You doubt that? You doubt all I said to you?" he urged softly, coming close to her. She drew aside slightly. She had steeled herself for this inevitable interview, and there was no weakening of her defences; but a great sadness came into her eyes, and spread over her face, and to this was added, after a moment, a pity which showed the distance she was from him, the safety in which she stood. |
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