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The Lady of the Shroud

Chapter 9 IN THE SPRING

Word Count: 1429    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

ow but her aunt; and though the old lady adored her, and she returned her love in full, the mere years between them made impossible the companions

sses would be his . . . But the tortures and terrors of the night had their effect on his days. It seemed as if the mere act of thinking, of longing, gave him ever renewed self-control, so that he was able in his bearing to carry out the task he had undertaken: to give Stephen time to choose a mate for herself. Herein lay his weakness-a weakness coming from his want of knowledge of the world of women. Had he ever had a love affair, be it never so mild a one, he would have known that love requires a positive expression. It is not sufficient to sigh, and wish, and hope, and long, all to oneself. Stephen felt instinctively that his guarded speech and manner

n used upon her own intimate nature. In her case logic would of course act within a certain range; and as logic is a conscious intellectual process, she became aware that her objective was man. Man-in the abstract. 'Man,' not 'a man.' Beyond that, she could not go. It is not too much to say that she did

actualities of her other friends; those of them at least who were within the circle of her personal interest. 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder.' In Stephen's mind had been but a very mustard-seed of fondness. But new lights were breaking for her; and all of them, in greater or lesser degree, shone in turn on the memory of the pretty self-willed dominant boy, who now grew larger and more masculi

y suggestion of a breach of convention. But though her outward expression being thus curbed had helped to suppress or minimise the opportunities of inward thought, the idea had never left her. Now, when sex was, consciously or unconsciously, a dominating factor in her thoughts, the

anhood has. Here was an opportunity for her to test her own theory; to prove to herself, and others, that she was right. They-'they' being the

do; and desire and power united find new ways for the exercise of strength. Up to now Stephen's inclination towards Leonard had been vague, nebulous; but now that theory showed a way

ours and days and weeks at which she hinted when she had spoken of the tragedy of life which by inference

share, stood to her. With but little effort, based on a seeming acquiescence in her aunt's views, she succeeded in convincing the old lady that her incipient feverish cold had already reached its crisis and was passing away. But she had gained cert

he goods and graces in the power of the gods to bestow, who fought against convention;

water of her resolution. She was afraid to go on. Not afraid in sense of fear as it is usually understood, but with the op

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