His Other Wife: A Novel — page 94: what you’re looking at

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86 RACHEL’S COMMANDS. For the rest—his successes, his prosperity with the money he had gained by her supposed death, his great popularity in his new career—were all so much balm to hér suffering heart. What did her woe matter if his life was happy and fortunate? It was all very weak, and miserable, and slavish, no doubt, for her to live like this, and worship the hand that had given her the death-stab. But I suppose God knew best when He made a few women in this fashion. They seem to keep the idea of imperishable fidelity alive. In the meantime, the child that had made its way through such strange perils into life, grew, and strength- ened, and developed, like a hardy wild flower that no keenness of wind nor chilliness of frost can blight. The strangest of all things connected with the little girl, Faith—such was the significant name that Uriel had given the baby when her mother refused either to name or to love her—was that she was beautiful. The intense homeliness of her mother, the absolute ugliness of her father, had seemed to coalesce in such a manner as to produce the Jusus nature of perfect fruit on warped and rugged boughs. Faith Hilary was the girl’s name. Uriel had some latent romance in his nature, and it: pleased him to find a harmonious conjunction of sounds to make up the name of this child of Providence. As for Rachel, she seemed wholly indifferent on the subject then, and for long months after. — Eomicbooks:.¢o 3