Crazy Radio eBooks

As
she wrote the sense of mystery, of uneasiness, departed from her,
chased away, perhaps, by the memory of Monsieur Emile's kindness to
her and warm encouragement, by the thought of having a long talk with
him again, of showing him certain corrections and developments carried
out by her since she had seen him. The sympathy of the big man meant a
great deal to her, more even than he was aware of. It lifted up her
eager young heart. It sent the blood coursing through her veins with a
new and ardent strength. Hermione's enthusiasm had been inherited by
Vere, and with it something else that gave it a peculiar vitality, a
power of lasting--the secret consciousness of talent.
Now, as she wrote her letter, she forgot all her uneasiness, and her
pen flew.
At last she sighed her name--"Vere."
She was just going to put the letter into its envelope when something
struck her, and she paused. The she added:
"P.S.--Just now Madre gave me leave to read your books."

CHAPTER XXV
The words of the old Oriental lingered in the mind of Artois.


Pages:
552 553 554 555 556 557 558 559 560 561 562 563 564 565 566 567 568 569 570 571 572 573 574 575 576