Dr Dorn's Revenge
They stood together by the sea, and it was evident the old, old story
was being told, for the man's face was full of pale excitement, the
girl's half averted from the ardent eyes that strove to read the
fateful answer in her own.
"It may be folly to speak when I have so little to offer," he said,
with an accent of strong and tender emotion in his voice that went
straight to the girl's heart. "It may be folly, and yet if you love as
I love we can wait or work together happy in the affection which
wealth cannot buy nor poverty destroy. Tell me truly, Evelyn, may I
hope?"
She longed to say "yes," for in her heart she knew she loved this man,
so rich in youth, comeliness, talent, and ardor, but, alas! so poor in
fortune and friends, power and place. He possessed all that wins a
woman's eye and heart, nothing that gratifies worldly ambition or the
vanity that is satisfied with luxury regardless of love. She was
young, proud, and poor, her beauty was her only gift, and she saw in
it her only means of attaining the place she coveted. She had no hope
but in a wealthy marriage; for this end she lived and wrought, and had
almost won it, when Max Dorn appeared, and for the first time her
heart rebelled. Something in the manful courage, the patient endurance
with which he met and bore, and would in time conquer misfortune, woke
her admiration and respect. He was different from those about her, and
carried with him the unconscious but sovereign charm of integrity. The
love she saw in his eloquent eyes seemed a different passion from the
shallow, selfish sentimentality of other men. It seemed to ennoble by
its sincerity, to bless by its tenderness, and she found it hard to
put it by.
As she listened to his brief appeal, made impressive by the intensity
of repressed feeling that trembled in it, she wavered, hesitated, and
tried to silence conscience by a false plea of duty.
Half turning with the shy glance, the soft flush of maiden love and
shame, she said slowly:
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was being told, for the man's face was full of pale excitement, the
girl's half averted from the ardent eyes that strove to read the
fateful answer in her own.
"It may be folly to speak when I have so little to offer," he said,
with an accent of strong and tender emotion in his voice that went
straight to the girl's heart. "It may be folly, and yet if you love as
I love we can wait or work together happy in the affection which
wealth cannot buy nor poverty destroy. Tell me truly, Evelyn, may I
hope?"
She longed to say "yes," for in her heart she knew she loved this man,
so rich in youth, comeliness, talent, and ardor, but, alas! so poor in
fortune and friends, power and place. He possessed all that wins a
woman's eye and heart, nothing that gratifies worldly ambition or the
vanity that is satisfied with luxury regardless of love. She was
young, proud, and poor, her beauty was her only gift, and she saw in
it her only means of attaining the place she coveted. She had no hope
but in a wealthy marriage; for this end she lived and wrought, and had
almost won it, when Max Dorn appeared, and for the first time her
heart rebelled. Something in the manful courage, the patient endurance
with which he met and bore, and would in time conquer misfortune, woke
her admiration and respect. He was different from those about her, and
carried with him the unconscious but sovereign charm of integrity. The
love she saw in his eloquent eyes seemed a different passion from the
shallow, selfish sentimentality of other men. It seemed to ennoble by
its sincerity, to bless by its tenderness, and she found it hard to
put it by.
As she listened to his brief appeal, made impressive by the intensity
of repressed feeling that trembled in it, she wavered, hesitated, and
tried to silence conscience by a false plea of duty.
Half turning with the shy glance, the soft flush of maiden love and
shame, she said slowly:
Dr Dorn's Revenge
They stood together by the sea, and it was evident the old, old story
was being told, for the man's face was full of pale excitement, the
girl's half averted from the ardent eyes that strove to read the
fateful answer in her own.
"It may be folly to speak when I have so little to offer," he said,
with an accent of strong and tender emotion in his voice that went
straight to the girl's heart. "It may be folly, and yet if you love as
I love we can wait or work together happy in the affection which
wealth cannot buy nor poverty destroy. Tell me truly, Evelyn, may I
hope?"
She longed to say "yes," for in her heart she knew she loved this man,
so rich in youth, comeliness, talent, and ardor, but, alas! so poor in
fortune and friends, power and place. He possessed all that wins a
woman's eye and heart, nothing that gratifies worldly ambition or the
vanity that is satisfied with luxury regardless of love. She was
young, proud, and poor, her beauty was her only gift, and she saw in
it her only means of attaining the place she coveted. She had no hope
but in a wealthy marriage; for this end she lived and wrought, and had
almost won it, when Max Dorn appeared, and for the first time her
heart rebelled. Something in the manful courage, the patient endurance
with which he met and bore, and would in time conquer misfortune, woke
her admiration and respect. He was different from those about her, and
carried with him the unconscious but sovereign charm of integrity. The
love she saw in his eloquent eyes seemed a different passion from the
shallow, selfish sentimentality of other men. It seemed to ennoble by
its sincerity, to bless by its tenderness, and she found it hard to
put it by.
As she listened to his brief appeal, made impressive by the intensity
of repressed feeling that trembled in it, she wavered, hesitated, and
tried to silence conscience by a false plea of duty.
Half turning with the shy glance, the soft flush of maiden love and
shame, she said slowly:
was being told, for the man's face was full of pale excitement, the
girl's half averted from the ardent eyes that strove to read the
fateful answer in her own.
"It may be folly to speak when I have so little to offer," he said,
with an accent of strong and tender emotion in his voice that went
straight to the girl's heart. "It may be folly, and yet if you love as
I love we can wait or work together happy in the affection which
wealth cannot buy nor poverty destroy. Tell me truly, Evelyn, may I
hope?"
She longed to say "yes," for in her heart she knew she loved this man,
so rich in youth, comeliness, talent, and ardor, but, alas! so poor in
fortune and friends, power and place. He possessed all that wins a
woman's eye and heart, nothing that gratifies worldly ambition or the
vanity that is satisfied with luxury regardless of love. She was
young, proud, and poor, her beauty was her only gift, and she saw in
it her only means of attaining the place she coveted. She had no hope
but in a wealthy marriage; for this end she lived and wrought, and had
almost won it, when Max Dorn appeared, and for the first time her
heart rebelled. Something in the manful courage, the patient endurance
with which he met and bore, and would in time conquer misfortune, woke
her admiration and respect. He was different from those about her, and
carried with him the unconscious but sovereign charm of integrity. The
love she saw in his eloquent eyes seemed a different passion from the
shallow, selfish sentimentality of other men. It seemed to ennoble by
its sincerity, to bless by its tenderness, and she found it hard to
put it by.
As she listened to his brief appeal, made impressive by the intensity
of repressed feeling that trembled in it, she wavered, hesitated, and
tried to silence conscience by a false plea of duty.
Half turning with the shy glance, the soft flush of maiden love and
shame, she said slowly:
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| BN ID: | 2940013740839 |
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| Publisher: | William Stockert |
| Publication date: | 01/10/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 16 KB |
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