Wearily She Went To Bed, Wearily She

Margaret Liked This Smile; It Was The First Thing She Had Admired In This New Friend Of Her Father's; And The Opposition Of Character, Shown In All These Details Of Appearance She Had Just Been Noticing, Seemed To Explain The Attraction They Evidently Felt Towards Each Other.

Oh Dear! A Drunken Infidel Weaver! Said Mr. Hale To Himself.

On Some Such Night As This She Remembered Promising To Herself To Live As Brave And Noble A Life As Any Heroine She Ever Read Or Heard Of In Romance, A Life Sans Peur Et Sans Reproche; It Had Seemed To Her Then That She Had Only To Will, And Such A Life Would Be Accomplished. And Now She Had Learnt That Not Only To Will, But Also To Pray, Was A Necessary Condition In The Truly Heroic. Trusting To Herself, She Had Fallen.

I Value My Own Independence So Highly That I Can Fancy No Degradation Greater Than That Of Having Another Man Perpetually Directing And Advising And Lecturing Me, Or Even Planning Too Closely In Any Way About My Actions. He Might Be The Wisest Of Men, Or The Most Powerful - I Should Equally Rebel And Resent His Interference.

I Know You Despise Me; Allow Me To Say, It Is Because You Don't Understand Me.