A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent. In truth, she would quite like to have him rescue her. “Mr. If you met her you would, I am certain, think her as fine as I do. I had rather have trouble and hardship like that than be taken care of by others. Twelve years, then, have elapsed since the date of the occurrences detailed in the preceding division of this history. She read on and on, now thrilled by the swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender passages of love. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. Well, I shall be sorry to lose him, Mr. I should feel that I had been obliged to find some one else to fight my battles for me.
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