The new Magdalen : a novel . he door to follow him atonce. Even at that trying moment, the mostineradicable of all a womans instincts—theinstinct of personal self-respect—brought herto a pause. She had passed through morethan one terrible trial since she had dressedto go downstairs. Remembering this, shestopped mechanically, retraced her steps, andlooked at herself in the glass. There was no motive of vanity in whatshe now did. The action was as unconsciousas if she had buttoned an unfastened glove,or shaken out a crumpled dress. Not thefaintest idea crossed her mind of looking tosee if her be
The new Magdalen : a novel . he door to follow him atonce. Even at that trying moment, the mostineradicable of all a womans instincts—theinstinct of personal self-respect—brought herto a pause. She had passed through morethan one terrible trial since she had dressedto go downstairs. Remembering this, shestopped mechanically, retraced her steps, andlooked at herself in the glass. There was no motive of vanity in whatshe now did. The action was as unconsciousas if she had buttoned an unfastened glove,or shaken out a crumpled dress. Not thefaintest idea crossed her mind of looking tosee if her beauty might still plead for her,and of trying to set it off at its best. A momentary smile, the most weary, themost hopeless that ever saddened a womansface, appeared in the reflection which hermirror gave her back. Haggard, ghastly, go The New Magdalen. old before my time I she said to Well! better so. He will feel it less—hewill not regret me. With that thought she went downstairs tomeet him in the CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SECOND. THE MAX IX THE DIXIXG-ROOM.
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