The new Magdalen : a novel . heard them falling from hislips. Those other words which had followedthem, rang as grandly as ever in her ears : Rise, poor wounded heart! Beautiful, puri-fied soul, Gods angels rejoice over you!Take your place among the noblest of Godscreatures! Did the woman live who couldhear Julian Gray say that, and who couldhesitate, at any sacrifice, at any loss, to justifyhis belief in her ? Oh ! she thought, long-ingly, while her eyes followed Lady Janet tothe end of the library, if your worst fearscould only be realised ! If I could only seeGrace Roseberry in this room, h
The new Magdalen : a novel . heard them falling from hislips. Those other words which had followedthem, rang as grandly as ever in her ears : Rise, poor wounded heart! Beautiful, puri-fied soul, Gods angels rejoice over you!Take your place among the noblest of Godscreatures! Did the woman live who couldhear Julian Gray say that, and who couldhesitate, at any sacrifice, at any loss, to justifyhis belief in her ? Oh ! she thought, long-ingly, while her eyes followed Lady Janet tothe end of the library, if your worst fearscould only be realised ! If I could only seeGrace Roseberry in this room, how fearlesslyI could meet her now ! She closed the library door, while LadyJanet opened the other door which led intothe hall. As she turned and looked back into thedining-room, a cry of astonishment escaped her. 22 The New Magdalen. There—as if in answer to the aspirationwhich was still in her mind ; there, establishedin triumph on the chair that she had justleft—sat Grace Roseberry, in sinister silence,waiting for CHAPTER THE NINETEENTH.
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