"
Then Alan began again and talked all he knew. He urged, he prayed,
he bent forward, he spoke soft and low, he played on her tenderest
chords as a loving woman. Herminia was moved, for her heart went
forth to him, and she knew why he tried so hard to save her from
her own higher and truer nature. But she never yielded an inch.
She stood firm to her colors. She shook her head to the last, and
murmured over and over again, "There is only one right way, and no
persuasion on earth will ever avail to turn me aside from it."
The Truth had made her Free, and she was very confident of it.
At last, all other means failing, Alan fell back on the final
resort of delay. He saw much merit in procrastination. There was
no hurry, he said. They needn't make up their minds, one way or
the other, immediately. They could take their time to think.
Perhaps, with a week or two to decide in, Herminia might persuade
him; or he might persuade her. Why rush on fate so suddenly?
But at that, to his immense surprise, Herminia demurred. "No, no,"
she said, shaking her head, "that's not at all what I want.
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