"
"But it might be so bad for her," Harvey Kynaston went on. And
then he proceeded to bring up in detail casuistic objections on
the score of a young girl's modesty; all of which fell flat on
Herminia's more honest and consistent temperament.
"I believe in the truth," she said simply; "and I'm never afraid of
it. I don't think a lie, or even a suppression, can ever be good
in the end for any one. The Truth shall make you Free. That one
principle in life can guide one through everything."
In the evening, when Dolly came home, her mother ran out proudly
and affectionately to kiss her. But Dolly drew back her face with
a gesture of displeasure, nay, almost of shrinking. "Not now,
mother!" she cried. "I have something to ask you about. Till I
know the truth, I can never kiss you."
Herminia's face turned deadly white; she knew it had come at last.
But still she never flinched. "You shall hear the truth from me,
darling," she said, with a gentle touch. "You have always heard
it."
They passed under the doorway and up the stairs in silence.
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