The Craze of Christina — page 130: what you’re looking at

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126 The Craze of Chae fatigue and mental excitement struggled and fought for the mastery within her until she fell into a broken sleep, troubled by chaotic dreams in which the image of the man whose ruin she was plotting stood ever-between herself and a glittering heap of gold which she was vainly straining and fighting to attain. With morning light she was calmer and could afford to laugh a little at her excitement of the previous even- ing. It was all nonsense, of course, that she had fallen in love with this young man! and she would prove it by not acceding to any more re- quests on his part as to future meetings. There had been several and sundry requests of this nature; all sorts of suggestions had been made, to some of which Chris had given a sort of half consent when Mr. Clifford had walked nearly back into Oldcastle on the previous evening. But it had been nearly dark and the road had been lonely, and Mr. Clifford had taken her hand and had refused to give itup, and her own mood had been weak and melting, and alto- gether she had very nearly made a fool of her- self, she feared! But by daylight she was stronger and braver and wiser and she meant to be more sensible in future. And for the next two days Miss Pratt attended severely to her Ecomich (00) KS (e(o