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Parrish, Randall, 1858-1923

"Beth Norvell A Romance of the West"

I expected he would
return, and kept my rooms where he left me. I wrote home twice,
cheerful letters, saying nothing to lower him in the estimation of my
people, yet concealing my address for fear they might seek me out.
Then there unexpectedly came to me an opportunity to go out with
Albrecht, and I accepted it most thankfully. It gave me a chance to
think of other things, to work hard, to forget myself in a growing
ambition. I had already thrown off the old, and was laying ever firmer
hands upon the new, when you came into my life, and then he came back
also. It is such a small world, such a little world, all shadowed and
full of heartaches!"
In the silence she glanced aside at him, her eyes clear, her hair held
back by one hand.
"Please do not look at me like that," she pleaded. "Surely, you cannot
blame me; you must forgive."
"There is nothing to blame, or forgive, Beth; apparently there is
nothing for me to say, nothing for me to do."
She swayed slowly toward him, resting one hand upon his shoulder.


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