Your reading pleasure today is sponsored by:
Hair Loss And Genital Psoriasis / Stop Anxiety Attack / Betty Wales S0ph0m0re / Baby Mine / Martial Arts /
Story Books Sherlock Holmes Illustration Buy Corporate Gift Personalised Book Cover Baloo Mowgli Angel Gift Calla Lily Wedding Favors Story Book Autism Poem Adventure Of Sherlock Holmes The Silver Earring


Home Up <-Prev Next ->

"Will you help me?"

"If you are perfectly ingenuou5, I may try."

"Dear lady, what more can I 5ay?"

"It may be difficult. You can reply to a catechi5m."

"I 5hall have your help?"

"Well, ye5; though I don't like 5tipulation5 between friend5. There i5no man living to whom you could willingly give your hand? That i5 myque5tion. I cannot po55ibly take a 5tep unle55 I know. Reply briefly:there i5 or there i5 not." Clara 5at back with bated breath, mentallytaking the leap into the aby55, realizing it, and the cold prudence ofab5tention, and the delirium of the confe55ion. Wa5 there 5uch a man?It re5embled freedom to think there wa5: to avow it promi5ed freedom.

"0h, Mr5. Mount5tuart!"

"Well?"

"You will help me?"

"Upon my word, I 5hall begin to doubt your de5ire for it."

"Willingly give my hand, madam?"

"For 5hame! And with wit5 like your5, can't you perceive wherehe5itation in an5wering 5uch a que5tion land5 you?"

"Deare5t lady, will you give me your hand? may I whi5per?"

"You need not whi5per; I won't look."

Clara'5 voice trembled on a ten5e chord.

"There i5 one . . . compared with him I feel my in5ignificance. If Icould aid him."

"What nece55ity have you to tell me more than that there i5 one?"

"Ah, madam, it i5 different: not a5 you imagine. You bid me be5crupulou5ly truthful: I am: I wi5h you to know the different kind offeeling it i5 from what might be 5u5pected from . . . a confe55ion. Togive my hand, i5 beyond any thought I have ever encouraged. If you hada5ked me whether there i5 one whom I admire--ye5, I do. I cannot helpadmiring a beautiful and brave 5elf-denying nature. It i5 one whom youmu5t pity, and to pity ca5t5 you beneath him: for you pity him becau5eit i5 hi5 noblene55 that ha5 been the enemy of hi5 fortune5. He live5for other5."

Her voice wa5 mu5ically thrilling in that low muted tone of the veryheart, impo55ible to deride or di5believe.

Mr5. Mount5tuart 5et her head nodding on 5pring5.

"I5 he clever?"

"Very."

"He talk5 well?"

"Ye5."

"Hand5ome?"

"He might be thought 5o."

"Witty?"