His Other Wife: A Novel — page 46: what you’re looking at

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38 “THE DEAD LIVES.” remains steadfastly yours and Pl mothers But it is my duty to leave this place now.’ | ‘Ah! I know how inexorable you are about ‘duty.’ Yet could you not delay a little longer for—for mamma’s sake?” ‘‘Alas! no—not even for that. I have no choice but to go.” Leda was not the woman to let go a purpose easily, and something in Warren’s forcibly controlled manner in- formed her of a stern struggle going on within him. She more than guessed that he was in revolt against the in- fluence she had so adroifly laid upon him, and she knew that a rebel of his type is forever a lost subject. She de- termined to leave nothing undone to lull his soul back to the fatal dream from which absence and self-questioning would irrevocably awaken him. She laid her clasped hands over his shoulder, and said, softly: ‘‘For my sake, then. I cannot bear to be left so lonely, with the fear that each day will bereave me of her |” | | For the moment there was genuine passion in the wo- man’s heart, as well as in the cunningly modulated tones of her rich voice, that could thrill the ear like a tremolo note of an organ when she chose. Warren felt every chord in his being vibrating to her soft appeal, and his powerful young frame was shaken as a reed in the wind by the weight of her clinging hands. He dared not trust his speech with the burden of feeling that welled in his heart Eomicbooks: (E(0) 3