He called himself a fool for suffering so and yet he could not, at the moment, recollect the cause of his suffering, and whether it was adequate to the consequences it had produced. He could not bear the noise, the garish light, the continued rumble and movement of the street. He had positive bodily pain,-a violent headache, and a throbbing intermittent pulse. He was as dizzy as if Margaret, instead of looking, and speaking, and moving like a tender graceful woman, had been a sturdy fish-wife, and given him a sound blow with her fists. Thornton had left the house that morning he was almost blinded by his baffled passion. 'I have found that holy place of rest Still changeless.' MRS. Union not always StrengthĬHAPTER XXIII. 'Should Auld Acquaintance be Forgot?'ĬHAPTER XI.
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