The Portent & Other Stories by George MacDonald
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The next day but one, she came again with the same request. But she had
not been a minute in the library before Lady Hilton came to the door and called her in angry tones. "Presently," replied Alice, and remained where she was. "Do go, Lady Alice," I said. "They will send me away if you refuse." She blushed scarlet, and went without another word. She came no more to the library. CHAPTER XII _Confession_. Day followed day, the one the child of the other. Alice's old paleness and unearthly look began to reappear; and, strange to tell, my midnight temptation revived. After a time she ceased to dine with us again, and for days I never saw her. It was the old story of suffering with me, only more intense than before. The day was dreary, and the night stormy. "Call her," said my heart; but my conscience resisted. I was lying on the floor of my room one midnight, with my face to the ground, when suddenly I heard a low, sweet, strange voice singing somewhere. The moment I became aware that I heard it I felt as if I had |
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