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The Lady of the Shroud

Chapter 10 THE RESOLVE

Word Count: 2041    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

y was as to the doing it. She knew well that it would not do to depend on a chance meeting for an opportunity. After all, the matter was too serious to allow of the possibility of levity. T

to herself. Miss Laetitia was going over to Norwood to look after matters there, and would remain the night. Stephen saw in her absence an opportunity for thought and act

orous dreaminess came upon her. She thought how he would come to her full of love, of yearning passion; how she would try to keep towards him, at first, an independent front which would preserve her secret anxiety until the time should come when she might yield herself to his arms and tell him all. For hours she wrote letter after letter, destroying the

er; she gave in gracefully. It would not do to deal directly in a letter with the matter in hand. She would write to Leona

r. Leonard,' when she sto

write!' She took up the novel she had been reading in th

s thought made up her mind to a definite course of action. Therefore her sleeplessness was not painful. It was rather that she did not want to sle

ctly what to say to Leonard; and as her specific resolution bore the test of daylight she was satisfied. The opening words had in their inception caused her some concern; but after hours of thought she had come to the conclusion that to address, under the circumstance, the recipient of the letter as 'Dear Mr. Everard' would hardly

her than messenger, as the latter did awa

er was a

ock on the top of Caester Hill? I want to speak about a matter that may have some interest to you, an

rely, Steph

utine of her life at Normanstand, and no occasion of

sat down to think, and all the misgivings of the day came ba

here are enough conventions in the world that are wrong, hopelessly, unalterably wrong. After all, who are the people who are most bound by con

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he had run into debt. The moderate allowance his father made him he had treated as cash for incidental expenses, but everything else had been on credit. Indeed he was beginning to get seriously alarmed about the future, for his father, who had paid his debts once, and at a time when they were by comparison incons

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to slacken. It was a notable sign of her strong nature that she was not even impatient, but waited with calm fixity the hour at which she had asked Leonard Everard to meet her. It is true that

cious of her aims. There must certainly be at least one dominant purpose: the achievement of success. Stephen did not attempt to deny her own beauty; on the contrary she gave it the fullest scope. There w

sence, a personality which is better than the actuality of an unvalued stranger. Certainly, when Stephen closed the door and sto

ym for weakness, pretended or actual. Fear, in whatever form or degree it may come, is a vital quality and must move. It cannot stand at a fixed point; if it be not sent backward it must progress. Stephen felt this, and, thoug

as working; her se

eks-and a beating heart. A heart all woman's since it throbbed the most with apprehension when the enemy, Man, was the objective of her most resolute attack. She knew that she mu

a strong base for the clump of great trees that made a landmark for many a mile around. During the first part of her journey between the house and the hilltop, she tried to hold her purpose at arm's length; it would be sufficient to face its

hilltop, she unconsciously braced herself as a young regiment loses its tremors when the sight of the enemy breaks upon it. No longer her eyes fell earthward; th

ied upon for staying power; the approach to the trysting-place brought once more home to her the strange nature of her enterprise. She had made up her mind to it; there was no use in deceiving herself. What she had undertaken to do was much

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