Summary

Anonymous The Quiver 3/1900

Love comes to all—high and low—and spares no one its pangs."
"Pangs? Ah, bah! it shall have no pangs for me!"
"Ah, mamzelle! do not be rash."
"How will it take me, Jeannette? Tell me, that I may be prepared. Will it come like a fiery dart to my bosom, bringing a light to my eyes, and a colour of roses to my cheeks? Or will it take me sadly, rendering my cheek pale and my spirits low? Tell me, Jeannette."
"Not the last way, mamzelle"—the voice was slow now—"for you are too proud."
"You are right, Jeannette, I am too proud! 'Tis not I who must be pale and afraid. 'Tis the other.
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Anonymous The Quiver 3/1900

Pamela's heightened colour assured Sylvia of what she wanted to know.
"Pam," she said, "why don't you make it straight with Anthony Trevithick?"
"How do you know there is anything to make straight?"
"Rubbish!" said Sylvia, with quiet scorn.
"Oh, Sylvia!" said Pamela, "you don't understand. I am tired of love and lovers. I only want to be let alone. I have suffered too much."
"If you have, it's your own fault. You'd no business to take poor dear Glengall when you were in love with someone else, though how you could look at others in the same day with Glengall fairly bothers me.
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Anonymous The Quiver 3/1900

Lang's party as Esther advanced with her queenly gait. May, delighted, rose to greet her. "How wonderful to meet you here!" exclaimed Miss Inglis. "Harold had to come up to town on business, and we persuaded him to bring us up the river."
"So glad to see you again, Mrs. Burnside," said the young doctor as they shook hands; his honest English face flushing as his glance met hers. That glance and that handclasp seemed to throw a flood of light upon the secret places of May's soul; for suddenly she realised that she loved him better than her life.
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