Oh, what should she do! would
that she could fly to the ends of the earth that he might be relieved of
her hated presence.
And yet--oh, how could she ever endure constant absence from him? She
loved him so dearly, so dearly!
She hurried on past the house, down the whole length of the avenue and
back again, the hot tears all the time streaming over her cheeks. Then she
hastily wiped them away, went to her rooms, bathed her eyes, and dressed
carefully for tea.
Womanly pride had come to her aid; she must hide her wounds from all,
especially from Edward himself and "that detestable Miss Deane." She would
pretend to be happy, very happy, and no one should guess how terribly her
heart was aching.
CHAPTER XVIII.
"Where lives the man that has not tried
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!"
--Scott.
Ralph Conly was not a favorite with any of his Ion relatives, because they
knew his principles were not altogether such as they could approve, nor
indeed his practice either; yet they had no idea how bad a youth he was,
else intimacy between him and Max would have been forbidden.
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