Penny Dreadfuls, 1891 · page 312 of 331
The Price He Paid — page 312: what you’re looking at
A restored page from Penny Dreadfuls, 1891. Page through the whole issue in the reader above.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
REJOICING AT MAX’S HOME 303. “No more!” she said. “Spare me these recollec- tions. If you speak in George’s name——” “He knows nothing of my being here,” inter- rupted the doctor. “On the contrary, he would have held me back. Do not suppose that George will ever again come to you with his suit spon- taneously; he rejects such an idea with vehemence —and he isright. You once sent him away. It is for you to call him back.” Greatly agitated, torn by conflicting emotions, Gabrielle pressed both hands on her bosom, as though forcibly to keep down some rising feeling. -“T cannot—cannot. And George would not accept the poor affection I have now to offer him.” “He will accept it, for heis one of those unsel- fish beings who give more than they receive.” Gabrielle raised her eyes tothe speaker. They were full of a grave, sad reproach. “And youcan speak these words tome? You, Arno’s friend, can wish to put another in his place?” “No, by Heaven, not that!” cried Brunnow, with a flash of the old fire. “His place shall remain to him. No Winterfeld can rob him of that. These noble, spotless characters, who quietly pursue their path through life, to whom no shadow of blame at- taches, we admire and seton high. Natures such as Arno’s are not created to dispense happiness. They cast over all they love a shade from the cloud which covers them; yet it is better worth to suffer with and for them—to share their fate, than to be serenely happy at the ideally good man’s side. You yourself have felt something of this, Gabrielle— have you not?” The old glow suddenly flamed from the ashes. Brunnow’s bent form was drawn erect as he spoke these words with passionate warmth, and for a mo- ment the bright enthusiasm of youth kindled in his eyes again. Gabrielle leaned her head on his shoulder, and wept—wept as though her heart would break. «And now, do not let me go from you without an answer,” said the doctor, after a pause. “I have so seldom in my life brought happiness to those about Gomicbooks (E(0)