Fred S. Lincoln

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Fred S. Lincoln,  An Indiana Girl — Chapter 19 (1901)

“ As Ashville became more puzzled Kent came to understand. Intuitively he gathered from the things he heard that she was suffering, not as the world is used to sorrow, but quite alone. Hers was a living coal burning within, away from all the balm of sympathy or of love. No words or caress could reach her grief and assuage because she could not reach it herself. It lay too deep, and, if it were not yet evident in her face, it was none the less there. Kent felt that the time must come when her strength would yield. ”
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Fred S. Lincoln,  An Indiana Girl — Chapter 19 (1901)

“ It is of you first—you always—that not only myself, but all Ashville is thinking, and for our regard we are receiving the cultivated ugliness of a once beautiful mind. Is it unreasonable of your people—your people and mine—to expect now, when sorrow has come to you, that they may share it? In the old days, when there was naught but sunshine for you, the darkness of sadness came to them from time to time in their turns, shutting out all of the gold and blue of the heavens. ”
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Fred S. Lincoln,  An Indiana Girl — Chapter 19 (1901)

“ Kent saw instantly that the flood-gates of her long-restrained grief were breaking, and he held to his untrue statement with fixed resolve. Looking full in her eyes he echoed her words impressively. "Just that," he said, and then went on, while she lowered her head again and began to cry softly.
"The love that they have given you merits a better return than the mean one you have given, Virgie. You have been cruel to their kindnesses, ugly to their sympathy and hateful to their love. Think! think—not as you have been thinking—of yourself alone, but of them and yourself!
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