The Duchess caught the cold hands. "Yes, yes, darling, I know. I
understand. So does Windlehurst. He loves you as much as I do. We know
there isn't much to be got out of life; but we always hoped you would get
more than anybody else."
Hylda shrank, then raised her head, and looked at the Duchess with an
infinite pathos. "Oh, is it always so--in life? Is no one true? Is every
one betrayed sometime? I would die--yes, a thousand times yes, I would
rather die than bear this. What do I care for life--it has cheated me! I
meant well, and I tried to do well, and I was true to him in word and
deed even when I suffered most, even when--"
The Duchess laid a cheek against the burning head. "I understand, my own
dear. I understand--altogether."
"But you cannot know," the broken girl replied; "but through everything I
was true; and I have been tempted too when my heart was aching so, when
the days were so empty, the nights so long, and my heart hurt--hurt me.
But now, it is over, everything is done. You will keep me here--ah, say
you will keep me here till everything can be settled, and I can go
away--far away--far--!"
She stopped with a gasping cry, and her eyes suddenly strained into the
distance, as though a vision of some mysterious thing hung before her.
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