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第95章

SENTENCE IS PRONOUNCED ON HER.

IT was done.The last tones of her voice died away in silence.

Her eyes still rested on Horace.After hearing what he had heard could he resist that gen tle, pleading look? Would he forgive her? A while since Julian had seen tears on his cheeks, and had believed that he felt for her.Why was he now silent? Was it possible that he only felt for himself?

For the last time--at the crisis of her life--Julian spoke for her.He had never loved her as he loved her at that moment; it tried even his generous nature to plead her cause with Horace against himself.But he had promised her, without reserve, all the help that her truest friend could offer.Faithfully and manfully he redeemed his promise.

"Horace!" he said.

Horace slowly looked up.Julian rose and approached him.

"She has told you to thank me , if her conscience has spoken.Thank the noble nature which answered when I called upon it! Own the priceless value of a woman who can speak the truth.Her heartfelt repentance is a joy in heaven.Shall it not plead for her on earth? Honor her, if you are a Christian! Feel for her, if you are a man!"He waited.Horace never answered him.

Mercy's eyes turned tearfully on Julian.His heart was the heart that felt for her! His words were the words which comforted and pardoned her! When she looked back again at Horace, it was with an effort.His last hold on her was lost.In her inmost mind a thought rose unbidden--a thought which was not to be repressed."Can I ever have loved this man?"She advanced a step toward him; it was not possible, even yet, to completely forgot the past.She held out her hand.

He rose on his side--without looking at her.

"Before we part forever," she said to him, "will you take my hand as a token that you forgive me?"He hesitated.He half lifted his hand.The next moment the generous impulse died away in him.In its place came the mean fear of what might happen if he trusted himself to the dangerous fascination of her touch.His hand dropped again at his side; he turned away quickly.

"I can't forgive her!" he said.

With that horrible confession--without even a last look at her--he left the room.

At the moment when he opened the door Julian's contempt for him burst its way through all restraints.

"Horace," he said, "I pity you!"

As the words escaped him he looked back at Mercy.She had turned aside from both of them--she had retired to a distant part of the library The first bitter foretaste of what was in store for her when she faced the world again had come to her from Horace! The energy which had sustained her thus far quailed before the dreadful prospect--doubly dreadful to a woman--of obloquy and contempt.She sank on her knees before a little couch in the darkest corner of the room."O Christ, have mercy on me!" That was her prayer--no more.

Julian followed her.He waited a little.Then his kind hand touched her; his friendly voice fell consolingly on her ear.

"Rise, poor wounded heart! Beautiful, purified soul, God's angels rejoice over you! Take your place among the noblest of God's creatures!"He raised her as he spoke.All her heart went out to him.She caught his hand--she pressed it to her bosom; she pressed it to her lips-- then dropped it suddenly, and stood before him trembling like a frightened child.

"Forgive me!" was all she could say."I was so lost and lonely--and you are so good to me!"She tried to leave him.It was useless--her strength was gone; she caught at the head of the couch to support herself.He looked at her.The confession of his love was just rising to his lips--he looked again, and checked it.No, not at that moment; not when she was helpless and ashamed; not when her weakness might make her yield, only to regret it at a later time.The great heart which had spared her and felt for her from the first spared her and felt for her now.

He, too, left her--but not without a word at parting.

"Don't think of your future life just yet," he said, gently."I have something to propose when rest and quiet have restored you." He opened the nearest door--the door of the dining-room--and went out.

The servants engaged in completing the decoration of the dinner-table noticed, when "Mr.Julian" entered the room, that his eyes were "brighter than ever." He looked (they re marked) like a man who "expected good news." They were inclined to suspect--though he was certainly rather young for it--that her ladyship's nephew was in a fair way of preferment in the Church.

Mercy seated herself on the couch.

There are limits, in the physical organization of man, to the action of pain.When suffering has reached a given point of intensity the nervous sensibility becomes incapable of feeling more.The rule of Nature, in this respect, applies not only to sufferers in the body, but to sufferers in the mind as well.Grief, rage, terror, have also their appointed limits.The moral sensibility, like the nervous sensibility, reaches its period of absolute exhaustion, and feels no more.

The capacity for suffering in Mercy had attained its term.Alone in the library, she could feel the physical relief of repose; she could vaguely recall Julian's parting words to her, and sadly wonder what they meant--she could do no more.

An interval passed; a brief interval of perfect rest.

She recovered herself sufficiently to be able to look at her watch and to estimate the lapse of time that might yet pass before Julian returned to her as he had promised.While her mind was still languidly following this train of thought she was disturbed by the ringing of a bell in the hall, used to summon the servant whose duties were connected with that part of the house.In leaving the library, Horace had gone out by the door which led into the hall, and had failed to close it.She plainly heard the bell--and a moment later (more plainly still) she heard Lady Janet's voice!

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