It was not only yourself and me you were wronging, Jane, you were
sinning against the Father and lover of souls, for we are all 'the
children of the most High.'"
But Jane was apparently unmoved. "I am tired," she said wearily. "I want
to go to my room."
"I have other things to say to you, most important things. Will you come
here this evening after dinner?"
"No, I will not. I am going to see mother."
"Call at Hatton House as you come back, and I will meet you there."
"I shall not come back today. I feel ill--and no wonder."
"When will you return?"
"I don't know. I tell you I feel ill."
"Then you had better not go to Harlow House."
"Where else should a woman go in trouble but to her mother? When her
heart is breaking, then she knows that the nest of all nests is her
mother's breast."
John wanted to tell her that God and a loving husband might and surely
would help her, but when she raised her lovely, sad eyes brimming with
tears and he saw how white and full of suffering her face was, he could
not find in his heart to dispute her words.
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