Alice MacDonald Kipling

Alice MacDonald Kipling

Once a Week (1864)

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Portrait of Alice MacDonald Kipling Alice MacDonald Kipling,  Once a Week (1864)

“ As Astley lifted the hand to lay it on her breast, he thought how beautiful it must once have been, since now, when there was not the faintest rose-tint to relieve the deathly pallor of it, it was so exquisite. She wore one garment, a long flannel shroud, very straitly made, through which scanty drapery the outline of her slender limbs was distinctly visible, and below which her delicate feet were seen, bare to the ankle. ”
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Portrait of Alice MacDonald Kipling Alice MacDonald Kipling,  Once a Week (1864)

“ For her sake, too, he condescended to plead with the frantic man; and seeing that Mary had fainted in his arms, he laid her down, and led Holt from the room, that the sight of her might no longer madden him. His rage died out from simple exhaustion, and throwing himself into a chair he wept like a child.
Astley roused him. “Holt, be a man. This is an awful tragedy: I wish to Heaven I had died rather than played my part in it. There are not upon the earth two men so broken-hearted as you and I. Let us accept what is inevitable, but let us spare what anguish we can to that unhappy woman.
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Portrait of Alice MacDonald Kipling Alice MacDonald Kipling,  Once a Week (1864)

“ In his terror of that he cried out for her to awake, and the sound of his cry awoke her with a start.
He had prepared a speech that was to calm and re-assure her when she woke bewildered to find herself so strangely clothed and lodged; but she no more needed calming and re-assuring than an infant too young to know its mother from any other woman. She looked round with a wondering gaze that was almost infantine, and her eye resting upon Astley, she sat up in the bed and asked him in his own language for food.
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