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Portrait of Charles Major Charles Major When Knighthood Was in Flower

This time the dancing was more soberly done, and when Mary stopped it was with serious, thoughtful eyes, for she had felt the tingling of a new strange force in Brandon's touch. A man, not a worm, but a real man, with all the irresistible infinite attractions that a man may have for a woman—the subtle drawing of the lodestone for the passive iron—had come into her life. Doubly sweet it was to her intense, young virgin soul, in that it first revealed the dawning of that two-edged bliss which makes a heaven or a hell of earth—of earth, which owes its very existence to love.
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Portrait of Charles Major Charles Major When Knighthood Was in Flower

Mary ran to him at once. There had been a little moment of faltering, but there was no real surrender in her.
Dropping on her knee beside him, she said coaxingly: "Don't give up; you are a man; you must not surrender, and let me, a girl, prove the stronger. Shame upon you when I look up to you so much and expect you to help me be brave. I will go. I will arrange myself in some way. Oh! why am I not different; I wish I were as straight as the queen," and for that first time in her life she bewailed her beauty, because it stood between her and Brandon.
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Portrait of Charles Major Charles Major When Knighthood Was in Flower

Nothing else so fits us for earth or prepares us for heaven.
Jane would have gone, though, had she known that all her fair name would go with her. She was right, you see, when she told me, while riding over to Windsor, that should Mary's love blossom into a full-blown passion she would wreck everything and everybody, including herself perhaps, to attain the object of so great a desire.
It looked now as if she were on the high road to that end. Nothing short of chains and fetters could have kept her from going to Brandon that evening.
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