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A Lady of Quality | Frances Hodgson Burnett | |
Containing the history of the breaking of the horse Devil, and relates the returning of his Grace of Osmonde from France |
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Ah, what a face he had, and how his eyes burned as they rested on her. It was such a look she met, that for a moment she could not find speech, and he himself spoke as a man who, through some deep emotion, has almost lost his breath. "My Lady Dunstanwolde," he began; and then with a sudden passion, "Clorinda, my beloved!" The time had come when he could not keep silence, and with great leapings of her heart she knew. Yet not one word said she, for she could not; but her beauty, glowing and quivering under his eyes' great fire, answered enough. "Were it not that I fear for your sake the beast you ride," he said, "I would lay my hand upon his bridle, that I might crush your hand in mine. At post-haste I have come from France, hearing this thing- -that you endangered every day that which I love so madly. My God! beloved, cruel, cruel woman--sure you must know!" She answered with a breathless wild surrender. "Yes, yes!" she gasped, "I know." "And yet you braved this danger, knowing that you might leave me a widowed man for life." "But," she said, with a smile whose melting radiance seemed akin to tears--"but see how I have beaten him--and all is passed." "Yes, yes," he said, "as you have conquered all--as you have conquered me--and did from the first hour. But God forbid that you should make me suffer so again." "Your Grace," she said, faltering, "I--I will not!" |
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