Violet Lisle — page 30: what you’re looking at

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24 MOTHER AND SON. a light of happiness shining on the faces of both of them. “No, Guy,” she said, stroking his chestnut curls, but in the voice was not all sweetness, but some imperiousness, “let there come no difference between us. There never’ has, and shall this girl, whom you have known but three weeks, and whom I know not at all, be the first to cause “Violet cause the difference! Oh, mother, if you but knew her! Go with me to her—see her but once. How can you comprehend her, not knowing her ?” | “Guy, lam older than you; I’ know more of the world than you. It is not necessary that I should see her or know her to understand what you, poor boy, cannot un- derstand. It is not you and your loving heart that she cares for—it is your wealth and your title.” ) ‘Mother! mother !” he cried, in pain; “do not say such a thing of Violet. Fure might freeze and ice burn, but that could not be true of her.” ‘“‘It is true, Guy, and you shall not marry her.” * Shall not, mother !” and he rose from her side, a cold, ‘hard expression chasing away the softer one from his face. “Yes—shall not! You shall never lnk yourself to a designing adventuress !” “You have said enough, mother. Listen to me. [I hope I shall not forget that you are my mother. I have told you that Violet Lisle shall be my wife, and so she shall !” There was that in the deepened tones of his voice, in the glowing darkness of his eyes that thrilled and shot to the heart of the mother, and the woman quailed before the man, but she could not believe that he would not still be the puppet which, in his loyal, affectionate yielding to her she had grown to believe him to be. | “She shall never be your wife, Guy! I am your mother, and I command you to put from you this boyish infatuation.” “Boyish infatuation!” he repeated, more sadly than angrily. “Mother, look at me, as yeu never have looked at me—not at my height and breadth for my manhood, although they ought to be enough; but at my face. Is it that of a weak boy? Can you not comprehend that I have loved you so well that since I have grown to man’s estate I have done from pure affection what in my boy- hood I did from duty? And now I come to you, saying I love a woman so goo" and SO pure, 80 uxdistanoayene