Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 180: what you’re looking at

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174 Roanoke of Roanoke Hall, which, even while I nursed it, I knew to be unfounded. ‘©T shall always love you, Ralph,” she had gaid ; ‘‘ but he is my father.” Again and again, as my brain strove to fashion accusations against her, my heart recalled her sad, pleading words, and, in spite of myself, the conviction was forced upon me that I had acted towards her like a madman and a brute. In this wild turmoil of conflicting passions I passed the evening, sometimes sitting de- spairingly inert, at others pacing the room with furious gestures and ejaculations. At one time my own unhappiness at the loss of my love, the dreary outlook that the future presented were the predominant ideas in my mind. These passed away to give place to fierce resentment and helpless rebellion against her father’s worldly-minded caution. At another time I broke into loud half- expressed invectives against May herself, the worthlessness of a love that dared face no obstacles, the cold self-interest that could so easily consent to sacrifice the appeals of s poor lover to the commands of a father. I comichbooks.com