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Cholmondeley, Mary, 1859-1925

"Red Pottage"

Then his life. You
have taken everything he had. But there are still his shoes."
"Rachel!" said Hugh, suddenly, and he fell on his knees before her,
clasping the hem of her gown.
She pushed him violently from her, tearing her gown in releasing it from
his frenzied grasp.
"Leave me," she whispered. Her voice was almost gone. "Coward and liar,
I will have nothing more to do with you."
He got upon his feet somehow. The two gray desperate faces spent with
passion faced each other. They were past speech.
He read his death-warrant in her merciless eyes. She looked at the
despair in his without flinching.
He stood a moment, and then feeling his way, like one half blind, left
the room, unconsciously pushing aside Lady Newhaven, whom both had
forgotten.
She gave one terrified glance at Rachel, and slipped out after him.


CHAPTER LI
I thought, "Now, if I had been a woman, such
As God made women, to save men by love--
By just my love I might have saved this man."
--ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.

"Has Lady Newhaven been here?" said the Bishop, coming into the study,
his hands full of papers. "I thought I saw her carriage driving away as
I came up."
"She has been here."
The Bishop looked up suddenly, his attention arrested by Rachel's voice.


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