Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 71: what you’re looking at

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BOB PEMBERTON IN THE WRONG ROOM. 63 than ever thrilled with a consciousness of her power, her individuality. Truly there is but one Gypsy Gor- don in all this wide world. He is ready to thank the fate that brought him in contact with this charming person, and is ready to agree with the poet, who wrote: ‘There is a Divinity That shapes our ends, Rough-hew them as we will.’’ That visit to Virginia—his getting lost and discov- ering the Gordon Manor at dusk—his interview with eccentric old Rudolph on his dying bed, and accept- ance of the latter’s trust—all these are merely phases of the road over which Fortune is daily and hourly leading him in the maddest chase he ever knew. The goal—well, Bob begins to realize what it means now, and can even give a vague guess as to what old Rudolph meant, when, after so closely inspecting him on that night, and learning that he was a bachelor, he muttered, in a griin sort of way: ‘‘T imagine he will save her.”’ ‘‘Perhaps we had better go in now,’’ remarks the man from New York, although he would not offer any objections to a longer (ete-a-tete with this wonderful girl of theforest Eden. ‘(Shall I show you the way?’ she asks. ‘‘T had better go back as I came, since the door of our room is locked, and I would not like to disturb the slumbers of dear old John. He does look so very contented and happy when asleep.”’ ‘‘You are sure of your bearings—I remember that Connie oooks (C©) iim