[Trumps by George William Curtis]@TWC D-Link bookTrumps CHAPTER XI 5/14
But you, too, will learn that our human affections are but tents of a night." "Aunty, Aunty, what do you mean ?" asked Hope, who had risen as the other was speaking, and now stood beside her, pale and proud. "I mean, Hope, that you are in love with Abel Newt." Hope's hands dropped by her side.
She stepped back a little.
A feeling of inexpressible solitude fell upon her--of alienation from her grandfather, and of an inexplicable separation from her old nurse--a feeling as if she suddenly stood alone in the world--as if she had ceased to be a girl. "Aunty, is it wrong to love him ?" Before Mrs.Simcoe could answer there was a knock at the door.
It was Hiram, who announced the victim of yesterday's battle, waiting in the parlor to say a word to Miss Wayne. "Yes, Hiram." He bowed and withdrew.
Hope Wayne stood at the window silent for a little while, then, with the calm, lofty air--calmer and loftier than ever--she went down and found Gabriel Bennet.
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