Hatton, in your desire to hurry your marriage forward, but
you must understand that there will be necessary delays. If you cannot
bear the strain of waiting and of patiently looking forward, you are
mistaken in the quality of your love and you had better give it up at
once."
"No, sir. Right or wrong, it is my love, and Lucy is the only woman who
will ever bring joy or sorrow to me."
Lugur did not answer, but his tall, dark figure standing with his hand
on the half-shut door impressed Harry painfully with the hopelessness of
further argument. He bowed silently, but as he passed through the little
gate the sound of the hastily closed door followed him up the hill to
Hatton Hall. Lugur went into the parlor to look for his daughter; she
had gone to her room. Some feeling of maidenly reserve had led her to
take this step. She never asked herself why or wherefore; she only felt
that it would be good for her to be alone, and the need had been so
urgent that she forgot her father's usual good-night kiss and blessing.
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