But more
still, she honestly believed, because it is hard to be a free soul
in an enslaved community. No unit can wholly sever itself from the
social organism of which it is a corpuscle. If all the world were
like herself, her lot would have been different. Affection would
have been free; her yearnings for sympathy would have been filled
to the full by Harvey Kynaston or some other. As it was, she had
but that one little fraction of a man friend to solace her; to
resign him altogether to another woman, leaving herself bankrupt of
love, was indeed a bitter trial to her.
Yet for her principles' sake and Dolly's, she never let Harvey
Kynaston or his wife suspect it; as long as she lived, she was a
true and earnest friend at all times to both of them.
XVIII.
Meanwhile, Dolores was growing up to woman's estate. And she was
growing into a tall, a graceful, an exquisitely beautiful woman.
Yet in some ways Herminia had reason to be dissatisfied with her
daughter's development. Day by day she watched for signs of the
expected apostolate.
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