The writings of Anthony Trollope . known to all the world thebetter I shall be pleased; unless, indeed Think of your mother. Lord Lufton. What can I do better than give her as a daughterthe best and sweetest girl I have ever met? Whenmy mother really knows you, she will love you as I , say one word to me of comfort. I will say no word to you that shall inj lire yourfuture comfort. It is impossible that I should beyom* wife. Do you mean that you cannot love me? You have no right to press me any further, shesaid; and sat down upon the sofa, with an angryfrown upon her forehead. By heavens
The writings of Anthony Trollope . known to all the world thebetter I shall be pleased; unless, indeed Think of your mother. Lord Lufton. What can I do better than give her as a daughterthe best and sweetest girl I have ever met? Whenmy mother really knows you, she will love you as I , say one word to me of comfort. I will say no word to you that shall inj lire yourfuture comfort. It is impossible that I should beyom* wife. Do you mean that you cannot love me? You have no right to press me any further, shesaid; and sat down upon the sofa, with an angryfrown upon her forehead. By heavens, he said, I will take no such answerfrom you till you put your hand upon your heart, andsay that you cannot love me. Oh, why should you press me so. Lord Lufton? Why;—because my happiness depends upon it;because it behoves me to know the very truth. It hascome to this, that I love you with my whole heart, andI must know how yoiu: heart stands towards me. Shehad now again risen from the sofa, and was lookingsteadily in his MRS. PODGENSS BABY. 249 Lord Lufton, she said, I cannot love you, andas she spoke she did put her hand, as he had desired,upon her heart. Then God help me! for I am wretched. Good-bye, Lucy, and he stretched out his hand to her. Good-bye, my lord. Do not be angry with me. No, no, no! and without further speech he leftthe room and the house and hurried home. It washardly surprising that he should that evening tell hismother that Griselda Grantly would be a companionsufficiently good for his sister. He wanted no suchcompanion. And when he was well gone,—absolutely out ofsight from the window,—Lucy walked steadily up toher room, locked the door, and then threw herself onthe bed. Why,—oh! why had she told such a false-hood? Could anything justify her in a lie? Was itnot a lie,—knowing as she did that she loved him withall her loving heart? But, then, his mother! and thesneers of the world, which would have declared thatshe had set her trap, and c
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