The Old Gray Homestead by Frances Parkinson Keyes
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who are fine, and pure, and--irresistibly lovely as well; who never do or
say or even think anything that is indelicate, but whom no man can look at without--wanting--and who--consciously or unconsciously--I hope the latter--tempt him all the time. You apparently feel free to--play with fire--feeling sure you won't get even scorched yourself, and not caring a rap whether any one else gets burnt; and then you're awfully surprised and insulted and all that if the--the victim of the fire, in his first pain, turns on you. 'Said dreadful things to you'--I should think he would have, poor devil! Perhaps young girls don't realize; but a woman over twenty, especially if she's been married, has only herself to blame if a man loses his head. Were you sweet and tender and--_aloof_, just because you were sick and disgusted and disillusioned, instead of because that was the real _you_--are you going to prove true to your mother's training, after all, now that you're happy and well and safe again? If you have shown me heaven--only to prove to me that it was a mirage--you might much better have left me in what I knew was hell!" He left her, so abruptly that she could not tell in which direction he had turned, nor at first believe that he had really gone. Then she knelt for what seemed to her like hours, the knowledge of the justice of all he had said growing clearer every minute, the grief that she had hurt him so growing more and more intolerable, the hopelessness of asking his forgiveness seeming greater and greater It did not occur to her to try to find him, or to expect that he would come back--she must stay there until she could control her tears, and then she must go home. A few women, taking advantage of the blessed custom which keeps nearly all Anglican and Roman churches open all day for rest, meditation, and prayer, came in, stayed a few minutes, and left again. At eleven o'clock there was a short service, the daily Morning Prayer, sparsely attended. Sylvia knelt and stood, mechanically, with the other worshippers. Then suddenly, just |
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