Vashti's Fate — page 222: what you’re looking at

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A WOLF IN SHEEP’S CLOTHING. 217 was quite at a loss how to finish the sentence—how to un- derstand him. He bowed, without any smile this time, with even a faintly clouded visage, saying : | ‘That is just it, Miss Nora; I don’t believe it myself.” And presently he went away out of the room without an- other word. | Nora looked at her sister with a deep, involuntary’ sigh. She had not stirred as Professor Thorpe left the room; she seemed buried in unhappy thought. - Nora shrank pain- fully from the fierce retorts so peculiar to her sister when she addressed her, but feeling that she could not suffer the moment so pregnant with warning to pass unimproved, she said, sadly, and with gentle firmness: ‘‘T must tell you, Vashti, that the great Father of Om- nipotence cannot mold you to His purpose unless you yield yourself to him.” Vashti lifted her dark, haughty gaze to Nora’s face, look- ing at her silently some moments, But the feverish excitement that had lately possessed her was by this time quite gone, and with a more weary, de- spairing expression than ever, she crept back upon her bed, and turning her face to the wall, refused to answer anything. The following day, early in the morning, Professor Thorpe rapped at Vashti’s door, Nora opened it for him. ‘‘T want your invalid for a walk,” he said, looking be- yond her to Vashti. “Oh, sir, if you could coax her out ‘* Are you not afraid to trust her with me, after what I said to you yesterday ?”’ he said, in a low voice, and with an at- tempt at lightness. ‘*No, sir,” she answered, bravely. ‘‘A man who could ¥ 9? com Cc ooo) J f . . . \. ah ig heats ot ee PR Ye eee reg 4 MLR fey eo $94 BRN i Gea. tide iar ae Na iM rt = ‘Ss com | + eSB Vat ‘ z, wl “, wad 1, ee ed Aine