{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3761", "width": "2503", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap... A~ Copyright No...\u00e2\u0080\u0094.\\n_ TZ-3\\nShell _\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3544", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3544", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3544", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "THE\\nHEART\\nOF\\nHETTA", "height": "3544", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3431", "width": "2197", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3431", "width": "2197", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "From her window she gazed at them", "height": "3431", "width": "2197", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "The\\nHeart of Hetta\\nBy\\nEffie Adelaide Rowlands\\nAuthor of My Pretty Jane Against the World, Etc.\\nILLUSTRATED\\nChicag o\\nLaird Lee, Publishers", "height": "3431", "width": "2197", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "6\\na a*no\\na: o v.\u00e2\u0080\u009c v\\n1482\\n2\\nLibrary of Congress\\nTwo Copies RECEIVED\\nJUL 5 1900\\nCopyright entry\\nn\u00e2\u0080\u009e 60\\nSECOND COPY.\\nDelivered to\\nORDER DIVISION,\\nJUL 6 1900\\nI*\\nEntered according to Act of Congress in the year nineteen\\nhundred, by\\nWILLIAM H. LEE,\\nIn the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS,\\nChaptkr.\\nI. The Ashes of the Past,\\nII. Hetta Makes a Friend,\\nIII. Nothing so Dead as a Dead Dove,\\nIV. Almost a Tragedy,\\nV. A Motherly Creature,\\nVI. Dove\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Foolish Young Dream,\\nVII. Gavin Dennison, Tutor,\\nVIII. The Daunching of a New Craft,\\nIX. Hearts of Gold,\\nX. Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s First Great Sorrow,\\nXI. Anne Foster\u00e2\u0080\u0099s New Incarnation,\\nXII. The Strange Ways of Fate,\\nXIII. Sir William\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Discovery,\\nXIV. At Cross Purposes,\\nXV. Face to Face,\\nXVI. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMy Dord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d He Said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI Have No Father,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nXVII. Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Greatest Sorrow,\\nXVIII. A Successful Man,\\nXIX. Anne Foster in a New Part,\\nXX. The Day of Reckoning,\\nXXI. Gavin Dennison\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Struggle,\\nXXII. \u00e2\u0080\u009cSome Day, I Will Come\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nXXIII. Anne Foster\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Dast Blow,\\nXXIV. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! If I Had Only Known\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nPage.\\n7\\n30\\n38\\n56\\n66\\n82\\n95\\n107\\n122\\n137\\n146\\n162\\n167\\n182\\n191\\n204\\n214\\n226\\n231\\n241\\n251\\n262\\n272\\n287", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "THE HEART OF HETTA.\\nCHAPTER I.\\nTHE ASHES OF THE PAST.\\nDusk had fallen on the sharp, red, golden, sun\u00c2\u00ac\\nshine of the frosty afternoon. The half light was\\nmysterious and fairylike. The hum and click and\\nbuzz of the numerous skaters, as they flew over the\\npolished surface of the lake, made a sort of har\u00c2\u00ac\\nmonious setting to the sound of their laughing\\nvoices.\\nIn another quarter of an hour the gardeners at\\nTurret Teignton would have turned the dusk into\\nlight again, setting flame to the myriads of colored\\nlamps that were dotted will-o\u00e2\u0080\u0099-the-wisp like among\\nthe trees that grew so close on the bank, and stud\u00c2\u00ac\\nded the small island in the centre of the lake. It\\nwas freezing hard still. The air was piercingly cold\\nto all save the skaters.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo change in the weather this week, Colonel,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nsaid a pretty woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice, from a sheltered cor\u00c2\u00ac\\nner of the boathouse.\\nColonel Lorrimer shook his head.\\n7", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "8\\nTHE ASHES OE THE PAST.\\nWon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t break up for another fortnight,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said,\\nand he struck the ice half viciously with his stick as\\nhe spoke. \u00e2\u0080\u009cA fortnight!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he repeated, a little ir\u00c2\u00ac\\nritably. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m afraid it looks much more like lasting\\na month!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSomeone came gliding up to him at this moment,\\nsomeone who moved over the ice, in and out of the\\nbusy throng, with the ease and swiftness of a bird.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! my poor, poor daddy,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said this slender\\ngirlish someone. She put her hand through his\\narm, and nestled a little towards him. Dim as the\\nlight was, it could not hide the brilliancy of her\\neyes. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! my poor daddy. And there won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be\\none single horse left in the stables with its head\\non\u00e2\u0080\u0094not one single one! Will there, my daddy?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nColonel Lorrimer joined in the laugh that fol\u00c2\u00ac\\nlowed this little remark.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou monkey! What do you mean by making\\nfun of your father, eh?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCouie and skate,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s answer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDo\\nyou know I believe you are nothing but a dear old\\nfraud. Sir William has been telling me of the fine\\ntimes you must have had that winter you spent in\\nCanada. He says he is sure you can skate, if you\\nonly make up your mind to it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSir William has a fine invention of his own,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nColonel Lorrimer observed, a little dryly; \u00e2\u0080\u009ctell him 1", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "THE ASHES OE THE PAST.\\nI prefer to keep my bones together as long as I\\ncan. Hetta,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the voice changed a little, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou must\\nbe dead tired. You have had those things on your\\nfeet for the last four hours.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta laughed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFancy being tired of skating. Why I could go\\non forever!\u00e2\u0080\u009d She lifted up her face, and touched\\nhis cheek with her lips. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is you who must be\\ntired, and cold, too. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t wait for me, dear daddy.\\nYou have been standing here far too long.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Then\\nshe turned and looked towards the corner where\\nthe woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s figure was seated, wrapped about in\\ncostly furs. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m afraid you must be cold, too, Mrs.\\nTempest,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, with a touch of shyness in her\\nvery pretty voice.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOn the contrary, I am quite warm. I have\\nbeen much amused. I see they are just beginning\\nto light the lanterns; it is quite like fairyland.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou must see it when the moon gets up,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta\\nsaid, eagerly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt will be glorious to-night when\\nwe all come back from dinner. You will come too,\\nwill you not? And Sir William and I will pull you\\nround in the sledge. If you are wrapped up very\\nwarmly, you will love it, I am sure.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere was something exhilarating and infectious\\nin her happy youth; the older woman found herself\\nsmiling in sympathy with it unconsciously.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "10\\nTHE ASHES OE THE PAST.\\nColonel Lorrimer checked the girl anxiously.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHetta! I cannot let you come and fatigue your\u00c2\u00ac\\nself to-night. You will be ill.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta poised herself on her skate-s like a wild bird\\npreparing for flight.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIsn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t he a dear, sweet, old thing?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said,\\nlooking backwards at Mrs. Tempest. \u00e2\u0080\u009cPlease tell\\nhim I love him, but I am going to disobey him all\\nthe same.\u00e2\u0080\u009d She was gone as she spoke, darting\\ninto the shadows of the misty light, leaving the\\necho of her bright little laugh like a strain of music\\nbehind her as she went.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat a beautiful little creature she is,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs.\\nTempest, warmly, and most generously too, for she\\nwas a woman who was beautiful herself, and not\\nyoung.\\nColonel Lorrimer came and sat beside her. He\\nmounted the few steps wearily, almost feebly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI want you to learn to care for her, dear friend,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe said, in a low voice, a voice that had trouble in\\nit. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI want you to love my Hetta.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is something that will not cost me very\\nmuch!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s delicate hand was slipped from her\\nbig sable muff and outstretched towards him. He\\ntook the hand half reverently.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe is my life!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said an instant later. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "THE ASHES OF THE PAST.\\n11\\nHetta were not with me\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0094well! I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t fancy\\nwhat little there is left of me would trouble this\\nworld long!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! hush!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs. Tempest said gently. She\\nbent towards him a little. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBut you are not ailing\\nnow? You recovered your strength fully, did you\\nnot? You have had no bad illness all these years,\\nhave you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nColonel Lorrimer laughed slightly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! I am strong enough for an ordinary life.\\nThe old wounds only speak occasionally. I can do\\nmy half-day with the hounds as well as the best of\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099em yet. It is not of my health I am thinking.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe paused, and the woman, beside him filled up\\nthat pause quickly and correctly in her own mind.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSo we women, then, are not the only ones who\\nfret over our mistakes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said to herself, with a\\nsigh and a touch of cynicism.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt should be a satisfaction to you to see your\\ngirl safe in her old home, surrounded by every\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing that belongs to her life by rights,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said,\\nbreaking the pause after awhile; \u00e2\u0080\u009cand Hetta is\\nhappy; that at least should be a great consolation\\nto you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nColonel Lorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s worn face lit up at these\\nwords, but the shadowed look returned almost im\u00c2\u00ac\\nmediately. There was a warm glow of light now", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "12\\nTHE ASHES OF THE PAST.\\nover the lake and its environments, and Mrs. Tem\u00c2\u00ac\\npest could see her companion quite clearly. She\\ncould see well into the distance also, and her eyes\\nhad gone quickly after a certain slender figure in a\\ngray corduroy skating-dress who was flashing in\\nand out of the other people, her hand linked in that\\nof a tall, well-formed young man, who, even far\\naway, could be recognized as exceptionally hand\u00c2\u00ac\\nsome. There was a slight, very slight, contraction\\nof Judith Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s finely marked brows as she\\nwatched Hetta Lorrimer skating with Sir William\\nHerrick. It was perchance the atmosphere of spon\u00c2\u00ac\\ntaneous gaiety and early youth that clung about\\nevery line of the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s figure that sent now a little\\nnatural pang of envious regret to the heart of the\\nwoman just to counterbalance her first generous\\nimpulse of admiration. She turned her eyes away\\nfrom the skaters a little resolutely.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI believe it will do you good if you tell me all\\nthat is worrying you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said very gently to the\\nman beside her. She had a great pity stirring her\\nheart for him. There was that written in his face\\nthat spoke to her of strong suffering, and, despite\\nhis brave words, of a strength that was slowly\\nwaning. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI believe also, dear friend, it may do you\\ngood to know that I consider you did the very\\nwisest thing possible when you married again.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE ASHES OF THE PAST.\\n13\\nColonel Lorrimer looked at her an instant.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI wish,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, in a low tone, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI wish I could\\nthink so too. Oh! don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t misunderstand me. I\\nam not going to cavil at my wife. She is a good\\ncreature. If she does not fit in exactly to the re\u00c2\u00ac\\nquirements of her position, she makes amends by\\nher honesty and kindness of heart. If it were only\\nmy wife, I should not trouble as I do about the\\nfuture and Hetta.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou mean that you do not find the daughter\\nsympathetic? I have heard something of this Miss\\nFoster; she has the reputation of being clever.\\nWhen does she come home? I should like to see\\nher.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe will return to-morrow, I fancy.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nColonel Lorrimer got up from his seat on the\\nstep very slowly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think I can allow you to\\nsit there any longer,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, with charming cour\u00c2\u00ac\\ntesy. \u00e2\u0080\u009cSuppose we walk across the ice and capture\\nthat wild bird? It is time she went home to rest\\na little.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest took his hand and stepped down\\non to the ice. She was a regally tall woman, not\\nlarge, but very graceful; she moved in the most\\nharmonious way.\\nShe resumed the broken thread of their conver-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "14\\nTHE ASHES OF THE PAST.\\nsation as they walked very slowly over the polished\\nsurface of the frozen lake.\\nIt is this daughter who troubles you, Lorrimer?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe asked gently.\\nColonel Lorrimer paused before answering.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI wish I knew how to tell you what does trouble\\nme,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said; then, half wistfully, \u00e2\u0080\u009cPerhaps, when\\nyou have met Anne, you may understand things\\nbetter, and perhaps, too, you may only come to the\\nconclusion that I am an old fool, with a pack of\\nnonsense in my head. Sometimes I have this opin\u00c2\u00ac\\nion myself!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest smiled faintly; she was looking\\ntowards Hetta, who had caught sight of her father,\\nand was flying to meet him.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThey disagree, of course,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said; \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut that\\nis so natural,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she added, without waiting for his\\nanswer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHetta was a queen with an undivided\\nkingdom before this other girl came. She must\\nfeel the change.\u00e2\u0080\u009d She paused here a long moment.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI suppose, Lorrimer, that you were careful to\\nmake some good arrangement for the child\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fu\u00c2\u00ac\\nture\u00e2\u0080\u0094some definite settlement as to this dear old\\nplace?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, when she spoke again.\\nColonel Lorrimer laughed grimly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHetta has absolutely nothing to come to her;\\nnothing to look to save what my wife may feel in-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE ASHES OF THE PAST.\\n15\\ndined to do for her. The house itself is Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nproperty, bought with her money. I married to\\nsave us from absolute ruin, from starvation, if you\\nwant the actual truth. Believe me, it was not the\\nmoment to make terms.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe woman made no answer.\\nSomething of the true character of the man was\\nforced home to her for the first time in this speech.\\nShe had known and liked Henry Lorrimer most\\nsincerely ever since they had become friends out\\nin sultry Calcutta years before. He had charmed\\nher always, none the less for the fact that he was\\nheld to be a hero; one who had done grand work\\nin his career; a man who had suffered for his coun\u00c2\u00ac\\ntry. There had always been something irresistibly\\nattractive about Henry Lorrimer. The story of his\\nwonderful soldierly skill, and power of dealing with\\nnative difficulties, had run side by side with the\\nstory of his broken heart, of his dead young wife,\\nof his motherless child. Seventeen years lay\\nstretched between those days and these, yet Judith\\nTempest, passing through the various stages of a\\nbrilliant social career, had never lost remembrance\\nof the invalided man, whose life had had such a\\npathetic interest for her when her own little story\\nwas just about to begin. Others who had known\\nLorrimer better than she, had always insisted on", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "16\\nTHE ASHES OF THE PAST.\\nthe fact that despite his heroism the man was weak\\nin some things to the verge of folly, and even in the\\nfar-off land in which she had lived rumors had\\nreached her now and then of Colonel Lorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nrash speculative undertakings, and of his disastrous\\nexperiences in connection with them. Finally the\\nnews had come of his second marriage, and of the\\nwonderful fortune that his second wife was said to\\npossess.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSomething for Lorrimer to play ducks and\\ndrakes with, dear old chap!\u00e2\u0080\u009d her husband had said,\\nwhen the matter was discussed between them. But\\nthere came no more rumors of speculation, and it\\nwas generally supposed that Lorrimer had grown\\nwiser with bitter experience and advancing years.\\nWhen widowhood brought her to England, Ju\u00c2\u00ac\\ndith Tempest came into contact once more with her\\nold friend. She learned definitely then what she\\nhad always imagined\u00e2\u0080\u0094that money, and money\\nalone, had been the reason for Henry Lorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nsecond marriage. Her woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart rebelled\\nunconsciously against so prosaic an ending to a\\nromance that had seemed deathless, till she remem\u00c2\u00ac\\nbered the existence of Lorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s girl, and then she\\nthought she understood all.\\nIt was a simple story to understand, she had told\\nherself, this marriage with a wealthy tradesman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE ASHES OE THE PAST.\\n17\\nwidow\u00e2\u0080\u0094this installation of a new mistress in beau\u00c2\u00ac\\ntiful old Turret Teignton. But a few days\u00e2\u0080\u0099 acquaint\u00c2\u00ac\\nance with the home life of her hero of seventeen\\nyears ago, opened Mrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes to what\\ndepths and drifts of feelings may be covered by the\\nmost commonplace of stories.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMrs. Lorrimer is certainly a kind, good creature;\\nshe will always do what is right, I am sure,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nfound herself saying now to the Colonel, in a lame\\nway, and then she pulled herself up sharply, re\u00c2\u00ac\\nmembering how much was conveyed in these words.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut, you know, I cannot permit you to have such\\na pessimistic view of yourself and things in general.\\nI am exceedingly glad I let you persuade me to\\ncome down here, Lorrimer. I must have some\\nquiet chats with you. Do you remember our long\\nconversations of years ago? Girl as I was then, I\\nam vain enough to believe I did you good. I am\\ngoing to see if I have lost the art of consolation in\\nmy old age.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf you will be good to Hetta, you will give me\\npeace in my grave,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the man answered, in a low\\nvoice.\\nJudith Tempest was conscious of a touch of ir\u00c2\u00ac\\nritation. Hetia was just before them, and the soft\\ncolored light of the faintly swaying lanterns lit up\\nthe girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s animated and happy face as clearly as", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "18\\nTHE ASHES OF THE PAST.\\nthough it had been day. If ever there seemed to\\nbe a young creature who might pass for the em\u00c2\u00ac\\nbodiment of joyousness, it was surely this fair young\\ngirl. Sympathetic as she was, Mrs. Tempest could\\nnot honestly find it in her heart to follow the father\\nin his declared doubt and trouble about Hetta.\\nIt was, of course, a mortification to him to realize\\nthat through his own folly and weakness he had\\nrobbed his child of what should have been hers, and\\nequally, no doubt, there would be bitterness in\\nstore for Hetta when she was left fatherless, and had\\nto see her old home pass to these other women\\nwho shared it with her now.\\nBut, after all, if it had not been for Anne Foster\\nand her mother, the life that Hetta now led would,\\non her father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s own confession, have been some\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing very much less desirable, and therefore, al\u00c2\u00ac\\nthough Mrs. Tempest recognized the more prom\u00c2\u00ac\\ninently objectionable points in connection with her\\nold friend\u00e2\u0080\u0099s marriage, she was too just to shut her\\neyes to the fact that there were good points also.\\nCertainly the trouble, the oppressive trouble that\\nseemed to be haunting the man for his child and\\nher future, did not find a wholly responsive echo\\nin Judith Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart. It struck her as being\\nmorbid and unreasonable, and had she not seen", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE ASHES OF THE PAST.\\n19\\nso surely that he was a dying man, she would have\\ndismissed it with a certain amount of contempt.\\nShe found herself watching Hetta, very closely as\\nthe girl argued laughingly with her father, and tried\\nto wheedle him into letting her remain at least half\\nan hour on the ice, and she gave an unconscious\\nsigh as Colonel Lorrimer (having proved adamant\\nto all pretty persuasions) went back with Hetta to\\nthe boathouse to have her skates removed.\\nSir William Herrick would have accompanied\\nthem, but seeing Mrs. Tempest alone, he stopped\\nbehind.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are too evidently enjoying yourself to ne\u00c2\u00ac\\ncessitate the conventional question,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said to the\\nyoung man, as, having snapped his skates from his\\nfeet, he walked back with her slowly to the bank.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI hope you are very much obliged to me, Will,\\nfor bringing you to Turret Teignton?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI usually do enjoy myself,\u00e2\u0080\u009d William Herrick\\nsaid, good humoredly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a trick I brought into\\nthe world with me, I think, for bad times never\\nseem to come my way!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA very useful trick whenever learned.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs.\\nTempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice was a little dry. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are not in a\\nhurry to get back to town then?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot in the very least. These are the most com\u00c2\u00ac\\nfortable quarters I have been in for a very long", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "20\\nTHE ASHES OE THE PAST.\\ntime. Besides, with weather like this, one must be\\nin the country. Nice old chap the Colonel,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the\\nyoung man added genially. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI am afraid, though,\\nhe is in a bad way.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe has been an invalid for years,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs.\\nTempest, hurriedly somehow, though she had been\\nirritated by her old friend, it hurt her to* hear him\\nand his health discussed in this matter of fact way.\\nSir William was not too* well versed in the niceties\\nof an intonation.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be an invalid or anything else much\\nlonger,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, almost briskly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! Will. I hope you are wrong!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere was such genuine pain in her voice now\\nthat it could not fail but touch him.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI did not know you cared for the Colonel so\\nmuch, Aunt Judith.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest was silent a moment.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI suppose I care more for the associations and\\nthe memories that are attached to my friendship\\nthan I do for my friend. We are so very selfish in\\nall things, if we are only honest enough with our\u00c2\u00ac\\nselves to get at the actual truth,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said.\\nSir William did not reply to* this bitter little\\nspeech. He was looking at Hetta who, robbed of\\nher skates, was standing beside her father, with her\\nhand linked in his arm. She was not laughing at", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE ASHES OF THE PAST.\\n21\\nthat moment, and the lantern above the boathouse\\nsending a broad flood of light upon her, seemed to\\nhave painted out the brilliancy of her color and the\\nlustre of her eyes. As she moved slowly beside her\\nfather\u00e2\u0080\u0099s half feeble steps, there was a pathetic ele\u00c2\u00ac\\nment about her which made itself felt to William\\nHerrick for the first time since he had met her.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, I hope too, for Miss Lorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sake,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he\\nsaid, almost involuntarily, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat I am wrong about\\nher father.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest knit her brows.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWill, you are a great responsibility to me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe turned towards her with an amused laugh.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd, pray, why, Aunt Judith?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThey had reached the bank, and he helped her to\\nclimb from the ice to the frost-bound ground.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI cannot imagine why I, out of all the world,\\nshould have been chosen to take the cares- of a\\ntrustee and adviser upon my shoulders. T never\\nshould have done as your uncle s will required of\\nme, if I had not believed you to be a boy still\u00e2\u0080\u0094a\\nnice little amenable boy, Will!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs. Tempest fin\u00c2\u00ac\\nished, with a faint laugh.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you try and imagine it still, dear?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he\\nasked, with the charm and the good humor that\\nwere his most prominent characteristics.\\nMrs. Tempest seemed to be in a wayward mood.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "22\\nTHE ASHES OF THE PAST.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou were only a boy when we came to England\\neight years ago,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she answered him. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy, oh,\\nwhy could you not have remained where you were,\\nWill?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIs it my size you object to, or my weight?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he\\nqueried, with mischievous gravity. \u00e2\u0080\u009cPlease let me\\nknow my worst failing without delay, and if it is\\npossible, I will alter it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest laughed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t treat me with the very smallest re\u00c2\u00ac\\nspect,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was her reply, but the sort of little frac\u00c2\u00ac\\ntiousness that had beset her all through the after\u00c2\u00ac\\nnoon, began to melt away under the warm influence\\nof his genial nature. It would take a very surly\\nperson indeed to remain bad-tempered long when\\nin Will Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s presence. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI want you to do me\\na favor, Will,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked him, suddenly. They were\\nalone in the plantation. Hetta and her father had\\npassed on ahead; the sound of their footsteps on the\\ncrisp earth was dying away faintly in the distance.\\nSir William responded immediately.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI felt quite sure you had something on your\\nmind, dear. You have no idea how often you have\\nscowled at me to-day.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest did not laugh. She was looking at\\nhis handsome face. The moon had crept up be\u00c2\u00ac\\nhind the trees and had shed a cold, pure pallor over", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE ASHES OF THE PAST.\\n23\\nthe world. The frost on the grass and shrubs gave\\noff innumerable sparks and flames of radiance.\\nEven the diamonds in a jewel that clasped the furs\\nat Judith Tempest s throat, had not more brilliancy\\nthan the frost-covered ground at their feet.\\nA great desire to speak openly had forced that\\none sentence from her lips, but no sooner had it\\nbeen uttered than she regretted it. She had only\\nknown Hetta Lorrimer a few days, and truly though\\nshe had given a generous measure of admiration\\nto the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s beauty, she had not conceived such a\\nstrong liking for poor Colonel Lorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s only child\\nas was customary with her where young girls were\\nconcerned. Indeed she had almost decided that she\\ndid not like Hetta. She had found the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s laugh\u00c2\u00ac\\ning gaiety a trifle selfish and callous; she was almost\\nafraid she was insincere too. It could not have\\nbeen natural, she said to herself, for Hetta or any\u00c2\u00ac\\none placed as she was, to have conceived any real\\naffection for the second Mrs. Lorrimer. Yet the\\ngirl had shown hardly any difference in her bright,\\nloving manner when she spoke to her father, or\\nwhen she addressed her stepmother. Of Mrs. Lor\u00c2\u00ac\\nrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s goodness of heart there was no more doubt\\nthan there was of her vulgarity of manner; both\\nwere equally patent to all the world. Yet Judith\\nTempest could not find it easy to credit Hetta with", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "24\\nTHE ASHES OF THE PAST.\\nbeing sincere in her expressed feeling of tender\\nconsideration for the stout plebeian person who\\nruled now as mistress at Turret Teignton. Never\u00c2\u00ac\\ntheless though her heart had failed to go out sym\u00c2\u00ac\\npathetically to Hetta, she could not forgefr the\\nfather\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fond infatuation, and the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s youth, and\\npurely on the latter account she regretted having\\nasked that the cordial invitation she had received to\\nstay an indefinite time at Turret Teignton might be\\nextended also to her late husband\u00e2\u0080\u0099s nephew, and\\nher own ward, Sir William Herrick. Had she\\nrealized that Hetta was no longer a child, she never\\nwould have been instrumental in having brought\\nHerrick and the girl together. It was a circum\u00c2\u00ac\\nstance which might be fraught with misfortune at\\nleast to Hetta, and it would be a bitter reproach to\\nher to have to remember that she had been how\u00c2\u00ac\\never indirectly, the cause of more pain to her old\\nfriend. As she had sat and watched those two\\nyoung well-matched figures fly over the ice together\\nall through the afternoon, she had felt more and\\nmore the necessity of bringing the acquaintance to\\na close before it ripened into an intimacy; and this\\nwas the motive that impelled her now to tell him\\nshe had a favor to ask. One glance, however, at\\nhis half-amused face, taught her prudence. It was\\nnot the moment to Speak; nor (and here Mrs,", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE ASHES OE THE PAST. 25\\nTempest was conscious of a feeling that was almost\\nanxiety) nor was Herrick the man to suffer himself\\nto be counselled on such a matter. She must hold\\nher tongue and work in a different way. Her posi\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion with him was sufficiently anomalous as it was.\\nShe answered him as smoothly as was possible.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDid I scowl? I did not know I did; but I get\\ninto the trick of thinking deeply, and then I am no\\nlonger conscious of my expression. My favor is\\nnot a very great one, Will. I only want you to be\\ngood, and attend to all those letters to-night some\u00c2\u00ac\\ntime. If you write them to-night,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs. Tempest\\nadded, hurrying her words, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthey can go out by\\nthe first post in the morning.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAll right, I will attend to them,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Sir William\\nsaid; he rubbed some frozen snow from the blade\\nof his skate with his thickly-gloved fingers.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI thought at first,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, with the same touch\\nof amusement in his voice as she had caught in his\\nface, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI thought at first that you were going to ask\\nme something tremendous, Aunt Judith.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, I have to treat it seriously, or you would\\nnever do what I want. The way you neglect your\\nletters is simply impossible, Will,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the woman said,\\nevenly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIsn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t this a beautiful old place?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked\\nan instant later. They had emerged from the plan\u00c2\u00ac\\ntation into the wide path leading to the quaint gray", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "26\\nTHE ASHES OF THE PAST.\\nstone, ivy-garmented old house; \u00e2\u0080\u009cit must be quite\\nheavenly in summer/\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe tailor\u00e2\u0080\u0099s widow and daughter got full value\\nfor their money,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Herrick observed, as they paused\\nto look over the sweeping lawn, lying a sheen of\\nsilver under the gleaming moon, to where far be\u00c2\u00ac\\nlow, the ice-bound lake stretched its serpentine\\nlength.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am curious to see the daughter,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs. Tem\u00c2\u00ac\\npest said, hurrying the conversation into another\\nand a safer groove; \u00e2\u0080\u009cif she is anything like her\\nmother.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe young man laughed slowly, his skates were\\nclinking musically in his hand, as they walked\\nbriskly now up to the entrance of the house.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t suppose she will be in the least like her\\nmother,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said. He spoke with a mixture of\\nennui and indifference. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMoney, education, and\\nshrewdness can do a lot even for an East End\\ntailor\u00e2\u0080\u0099s daughter. It argues, moreover, a certain\\namount of good taste on the part of the mother to\\nhave chosen such a charming man as the Colonel;\\nand even though she tied up her money too tightly\\nto show an abundance of confidence in her choice,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe added, strangling a little yawn as he spoke, \u00e2\u0080\u009cit\\nis possible her daughter may be less practical.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest had relapsed into silence. There", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE ASHES OF THE PAST.\\n27\\nwere times when the young man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mind was not\\neasy to her to read. They had been thrown into\\nconstant companionship during the past five or six\\nmonths since her return from India, and the woman\\nhad yielded almost immediately to Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s boy\u00c2\u00ac\\nish frankness and happy good nature. Her child\u00c2\u00ac\\nless and widowed life had taken a sort of glow of\\nrenewed youth and summer from her intercourse\\nwith him. He had charmed her heart from her\\nabsolutely. She left that although her love\\nfor him could very easily drift into the in\u00c2\u00ac\\ntensity, the infatuation that marked the love\\nLorrimer lavished on this girl, she was noth\u00c2\u00ac\\ning loth to give herself up to it, for she\\nwas tasting a joy now, such as had never once\\ncrept into her life before, brilliant and luxurious as\\nit had been. Nevertheless there came to her occa\u00c2\u00ac\\nsional moments when she wistfully longed t~ under\u00c2\u00ac\\nstand a little better the nature, the real being of the\\nyoung man whose life and fortune had been placed\\nso strangely for a time in her hands. She felt in\\nthese moments that Herrick, for all his wonderful\\ncharm and his straightforwardness, might be ca\u00c2\u00ac\\npable of playing a role with her. Such a feeling\\nwas strong upon her now.\\nShe was conscious of having made a false move\\nwith him, and if she regretted the impulse which", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "28\\nTHE ASHES OF THE PAST.\\nhad led her to bring Herrick to Turret Teignton,\\nshe regretted still more the impulse that had forced\\nher to that attempt at a confidential counsel. In\u00c2\u00ac\\nstead of having done good, she had done mischief.\\nWhere there had only been a vague fear of flirta\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion and folly, there was now a very definite one,\\nand since marriage with Hetta was something that\\nshe felt convinced had not the very faintest place in\\nthe youtig man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s thoughts or intentions, Judith\\nTempesfxould not but be hurt with herself for the\\nmistake shqdiad made.\\nShe gave^a sigh of unconscious fatigue and an\u00c2\u00ac\\nnoyance mingled, as she followed Sir William in\\nthrough the low wide doorway, of the house. A girl\\nwas standing alone in front of the big fire that sent\\na flowing embrace throughout the quaint, roomy\\nhall, as they entered. She had slipped a heavy\\nsealskin from her shoulders, and an exceedingly\\nwell-cut tweed gown showed the lines and curves\\nof a fine supple figure to perfection. She wore a\\nround felt hat and a thick veil, but as she turned\\ntowards the newcomers, a sort of radiance seemed\\nto pass from her lips and eyes which even the veil\\ncould not diminish.\\nShe advanced to Mrs. Tempest, and held out her\\nhand. It was then seen that she was as tall and as\\nstately as the older woman, whose graceful height", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE ASHES OE THE PAST.\\n29\\nhad long passed into a story of fame out in India\\nand other lands.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cColonel Lorrimer and Hetta have gone upstairs,\\nso I must introduce myself, Mrs. Tempest,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nsaid, in a voice that had a kind of studied pride in\\nit. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI am Anne Foster, and though I am afraid I\\nam a little late in doing so, I am delighted to bid\\nyou and Sir William Herrick a most hearty wel\u00c2\u00ac\\ncome to my home.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER II.\\nHETTA MAKES A FRIEND.\\nMrs. Tempest had finished her task of dressing\\nfor dinner, and was sitting in a big chair in front of\\nthe fire awaiting the clang of the gong, when there\\ncame a half-timid knock at the door, and as she\\nturned her head to greet the intruder she saw, to her\\nsurprise, it was Hetta. Though she had been a\\nguest a week at Turret Teigrtton, this was the first\\ntime the girl had made one step towards advancing\\ntheir acquaintance into anything approaching\\nfriendship or intimacy. It had, indeed, struck Mrs.\\nTempest that Hetta had not conceived any par\u00c2\u00ac\\nticular liking for herself, a matter that piqued her\\nslightly, for she was a woman who, as a rule, was\\nadored immediately by all girls.\\nHetta had changed her skating-dress for a little\\nwhite frock. She looked very pretty and very\\nyoung, and her big violet-gray eyes had a wistful\\nand thoughtful expression that gave them a differ\u00c2\u00ac\\nent and, if possible, a greater beauty.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI came to tell you, Mrs. Tempest, that I am\\nnot going back to skate to-night. I thought you\\n30", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "HETTA MAKES A FRIEND.\\n31\\nmight like to know,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, standing half-hes-\\nitatingly by the door.\\nMrs. Tempest stretched out her hand.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI, too,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, speaking to Hetta for the first\\ntime with a caress in her voice\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cI, too, had deter\u00c2\u00ac\\nmined to turn myself away resolutely from the de\u00c2\u00ac\\nlights of the sledge ride you promised me. It re\u00c2\u00ac\\nquires more courage and youth than I possess to\\ngo out of this cosy, delightful house again to\u00c2\u00ac\\nnight.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta came forward slowly and touched Mrs.\\nTempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand for an instant with her slender\\nlittle fingers.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am going to stay with daddy,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said. She\\npaused a moment, then she looked eagerly at the\\nbeautiful woman. \u00e2\u0080\u009cPlease tell me something,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nasked, in a voice that was very unlike her usual\\nbright laughing tone. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou\u00e2\u0080\u0094you will tell me the\\ntruth, I know, for you can have no reason to de\u00c2\u00ac\\nceive me, and\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe broke off. Her hands were locked together\\nas if she were in pain.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you think daddy is ill\u00e2\u0080\u0094really, really ill, I\\nmean? Oh! please tell me just what you think,\\nMrs. Tempest. I want to know the truth.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJudith Tempest rose from her chair quickly; with", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "32\\nhetta makes a friend.\\na gesture of maternal tenderness, she put her hand\\non the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s shoulder.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat ideas have you got in your little head all\\nof a sudden? Is there anything the matter with\\nyour father now, Hetta? Did he stay too long at\\nthe ice? Perhaps he is overtired.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta did not look up, tears were gathering too\\nthickly over her eyes.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTo me, he is just the same, just as he has always\\nbeen,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, brokenly; \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut Anne has frightened\\nme. Anne has come home quite unexpectedly.\\nWe found her waiting in the hall when we arrived.\\nIt was a great surprise.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest found her hand straying quite nat\u00c2\u00ac\\nurally to the soft dark hair that clustered on Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nbrow. She felt she was meeting the girl on an al\u00c2\u00ac\\ntogether new plane; she was conscious of an ele\u00c2\u00ac\\nment of self-reproach for the swiftness with which\\nshe had judged this young creature, and found her\\nso wanting in good qualities; and stronger than this,\\nshe was conscious of a renewed sense of uneasiness\\nand of deep regret.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is it Miss Foster has been saying to you,\\ndear child?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she queried gently.\\nHetta looked up now, her face quivering with\\nemotion.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! she has frightened me. She has made my", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "HETTA MAKES A FRIEND.\\n33\\nheart cold. I saw a strange look come in her face\\nwhen she met daddy, but I did not understand what\\nit could mean till we were alone. Then she told me.\\nShe says he is so terribly changed she would not\\nhave recognized him, and she has only been away\\nsix weeks, Mrs. Tempest.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest drew the tear-stained, anguished\\nface towards her, and kissed it once, twice.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Foster, I should imagine, is given to ex\u00c2\u00ac\\naggeration,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, and she held Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s head\\ndown on her shoulder. \u00e2\u0080\u009cNo wonder you were\\nfrightened. But now you must listen to me. It is I\\ncannot tell you how many years since I saw your\\nfather before this last return of mine to England\\n(he was absent when my husband and I were here\\neight years ago), and yet, I assure you, it is mar\u00c2\u00ac\\nvellous to me how little changed he is in all these\\nyears, and how well he has kept, considering how\\nhis strength and youth were shattered. Miss Foster\\nwas wrong to have frightened you in this way.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta said quickly, as she brushed away\\nthe tears from her eyes. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! Anne did not mean\\nto be unkind, Mrs. Tempest. She did not say this\\nat all unkindly. I think she was really upse-t, and\\nthat is what has frightened me most of all!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest held the girl to her Heart a little\\nlonger.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "34\\nhetta makes a friend.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou must not make troubles from imaginary\\nthings/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she said, in her most tender manner. She\\nknew she was not speaking easily, for indeed her\\nown feelings were akin with Anne Foster where\\nthe poor Colonel was concerned, but it came natu\u00c2\u00ac\\nrally to her to soothe and minister, and to tell Hetta\\nthe truth was something she could not possibly\\nhave done.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are sorry Miss Foster has come home,\\nHetta?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked a moment later, and a great sur\u00c2\u00ac\\nprise passed through her as the girl shook her head\\nalmost emphatically. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou like your stepsister\\nthen?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she queried, more perplexed by this than she\\ncould well have described, for she had mounted the\\nstairs to her own room after that unexpected meet\u00c2\u00ac\\ning with Anne Foster, irritated to the highest de\u00c2\u00ac\\ngree by the manner in which Colonel Lorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nstepdaughter had demonstrated her position in the\\nhouse. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou like Miss Foster?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked Hetta\\nalmost incredulously.\\nThe girl answered her quite briskly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! I am very fond of Anne, she is so clever and\\nso good too. The house always seems strange when\\nAnne is away. Things get neglected. I am sure if\\nshe had been here, daddy would not have looked\\nill. Anne takes such care of him!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest looked into the fire in a confused", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "HETTA MAKES A FRIEND.\\n35\\nsort of way. There was no justification now for\\nher to put down this speech to insincerity. The\\ngirl did not speak glibly or thoughtlessly. There\\nwas a ring of earnestness in her voice as she testi\u00c2\u00ac\\nfied so warmly to Anne Foster\u00e2\u0080\u0099s good qualities.\\nJudith Tempest had been prepared for something\\nquite different, and never more so than in this mo\u00c2\u00ac\\nment, when the half-broken confidence Colonel\\nLorrimer had made her on the ice haunted her so\\npersistently. She felt at a disadvantage somehow.\\nOne sentence interchanged between herself and\\nAnne should not have been sufficient, in ordinary\\ncircumstances, to leave any particular impression\\non her mind, but Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s manner, her quickness in\\nemphasizing her right to- rule all proceedings at\\nTurret Teignton, flavored too strongly of vulgarity\\nand pretentiousness to please so refined a woman as\\nJudith Tempest. She had, in truth, been ponder\u00c2\u00ac\\ning over the whole position of affairs in the house\\nwhere she was now a guest, and had been drifting\\ninto thoughts that were sorrowful enough for her\\nold friend when Hetta had come to her.\\nThe fragrance of the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s young unsophisticated\\nnature seemed to steal to her senses for the first\\ntime and in like fashion the father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eagerness to\\nbring his child within shelter of her womanly love\\nand sympathy had its proper value for her now.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "36\\nhetta makes a friend.\\nShe drew the girl out to speak of her father. Het-\\nta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sorrow and fear were not to be easily assuaged.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know the hours I have kept him standing\\ndown there in that cold, draughty boathouse!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nsaid, as they grew closer in sympathy. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt has been\\nso- selfish of me\u00e2\u0080\u0094oh, so selfish!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYour father has been happy watching you; and\\nnow, if he sees that pale little face and red eyes,\\nwhat do you think he will say? He will be miser\u00c2\u00ac\\nable. Run along, bathe those eyes and rub those\\ncheeks, and when you have had your dinner, put on\\nyour thick dress again and go back to the skating.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut Hetta shrank from this.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! no\u00e2\u0080\u0094no. I could not enjoy myself to-night.\\nI have had a shock. I must stay with daddy. Per\u00c2\u00ac\\nhaps it is only as you say. Perhaps he will be quite\\nwell after dinner, but I shall not leave him to-night.\\nI am glad you are going to stay, too. We must\\nsend Sir William to the ice; it will be so dull for\\nhim, won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJudith Tempest parted from the girl, lingeringly;\\na hundred different feelings and emotions clanged\\nand mingled together as she listened to Hetta, and\\nshe woke to the fact that the heart of this beautiful\\nyoung creature was after all, built up of those acute,\\nsensitive, tender, unpractical, yet most precious", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "HETTA MAKES A FRIEND.\\n37\\nqualities which the heart of a loving, suffering wom\u00c2\u00ac\\nan alone can combine.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI seem to be making a great many mistakes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe said to herself, ruefully, as the announcement of\\ndinner rang through the house, and Hetta flew for\\nan instant to her room again to remove all trace of\\nher sadness, before she met her father. \u00e2\u0080\u009cNow I\\nfeel half diffident to let myself form any judgment of\\nthis other girl, though it does not seem that I could\\ngo very wrong where she is concerned. I think I\\nshall wait, however, and see how the character de\u00c2\u00ac\\nvelops, that is, if I remain here long enough. My\\none task now will be to work as delicately as I can\\nto get Will away. An hour ago I thought only of\\nthe father when I resolved on doing this\u00e2\u0080\u0094now I\\nthink only of Hetta. There is more to fear for\\nHetta from continued friendship with my handsome\\nboy, than piqued vanity or disappointment. There\\ncould be something like a tragedy written by Will\\nin that child\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart, if myself, or some kind fate,\\ndoes not intervene to save her!\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER III.\\nnothing so dead as a dead love.\\nThe moon, whose glory Hetta had predicted to\\nMrs. Tempest, was riding high in the clear cloudless\\nsky, as William Herrick and a tall woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s figure\\npassed out from the house and walked briskly down\\nthe avenue to the plantation and the lake.\\nHetta watched them go- from a corner of one of\\nthe drawing-room windows. She stifled a sigh as\\nthey disappeared, and then she wondered vaguely\\nat the same time why it hurt her so much to do so\\nsimple a thing, and then she looked backwards into\\nthe room where her father was sitting playing be-\\nzique with Mrs. Tempest, and her stepmother was\\nsnoozing audibly in one of the most comfortable\\nchairs, and as she looked, the longing and excited\\nthrill called into being by Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s entreaties that\\nshe should accompany him to the ice faded away\\nutterly. Hetta looked at her father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dear, worn,\\nthin face, with its silvered hair and heavy eyes, with\\na passion of new yearning love for him filling her\\nheart. She went away from the window and stood\\nbeside him, resting her hand on his shoulder, and\\n38", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "NOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD LOVE. 39\\nJudith Tempest smiled up at her encouragingly.\\nEach moment was drawing the girl closer to her.\\nHetta in all her glory of glowing life and joyousness\\nduring the past week, had never once had the power\\nto move her as she was moved to-night.\\nHetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s soft playing, and snatches of sweet, old\\nballads, given with a pathos that hurt the heart of\\none of the listeners most deeply, served as a har\u00c2\u00ac\\nmony to the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s new and varied thoughts. Hetta\\nseemed to have been separated from the simple de\u00c2\u00ac\\nlights of the past week as by a century. With her\\nmeeting with Anne, a cold chill wind seemed to\\nhave passed over the glow, the unconscious joy of\\nher existence. She almost felt she hated the skat\u00c2\u00ac\\ning.\\nRemembrance of the lake, with its gay lamps, and\\nbusy, happy throng of people (all denizens of the\\nvillage admitted by the Colonel\u00e2\u0080\u0099s good nature),\\nbrought back only the vision of her father, standing\\nso patiently in the sharp, cold air, sending her a\\nsmile each time she passed him, and making never\\na murmur of fatigue or discomfort, no matter how\\nlong she remained.\\nThe girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart was riven within her, as she\\nthought on and on. She made a terrible discovery\\nin that moment of solitude at the piano she realized\\nthat for one week (the long, short, brilliant indescrib-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "40 NOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD LOVE.\\nable week since she had known William Herrick),\\nshe had put her father from his old place in her\\nheart, and had given this place to the younger man.\\nAnd now, even when the whole of her life yearned\\nto show devotion to the man who had cared for her,\\nand worshipped her from her birth, she had a strug\u00c2\u00ac\\ngle with herself to dethrone the other from the place\\nhe had usurped.\\nThere had been another pain, too, for little Hetta\\nto learn this eventful evening; and it had come to\\nher sharply, when with wistful resolution she had\\nrefused to comply with Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wish, and go back\\nto the ice. The thought that she had hurt him was\\nas cutting to bear as the thought of her father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nweakness.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut he could forgive me\u00e2\u0080\u0094he would not think\\nme really unkind if he could know why I refused\\nhim. I wish now I had told him the truth, but it\\nhurts me even to say to myself that I am anxious\\nabout daddy. It seems that if I say this there must\\nbe something really to be anxious about; and it is\\nwrong, as Mrs. Tempest says, to even think these\\nthings without real cause.\u00e2\u0080\u009d The big wistful eyes\\nwent from the corner by the piano to rest on the\\nColonel\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face; it wore a smile, and Hetta was com\u00c2\u00ac\\nforted for a moment, till she remembered Herrick.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPerhaps Anne will tell him what she told me, then", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "NOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD LOVE. 41\\nhe will understand and forgive me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said to her\u00c2\u00ac\\nself softly.\\nAnne Foster had something of a very different\\nnature to discuss, however. When Sir William had\\nfound it impossible to tempt either Mrs. Tempest\\nor Hetta out of the house, he had turned to Miss\\nFoster and asked for the pleasure of her company,\\nwith the air of one who hazards something and ex\u00c2\u00ac\\npects nothing. Anne had been most gracious.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf you will give me ten minutes, Sir William,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe said, with her radiant smile, a smile that seemed\\nto startle people without touching them; \u00e2\u0080\u009cif you\\nwill give me ten minutes I will be ready. I would\\nnot have changed my gown for dinner had I\\nthought twice; it was silly of me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHerrick had, of course, expressed his pleasure to\\nwait two hours for Miss Foster, and encased in his\\nthick overcoat, he had established himself in front of\\nthe hall fire waiting for her to come downstairs\\nagain.\\nThe Colonel, having lingered a moment with him,\\nhad followed his wife and Mrs. Tempest into the\\ndrawing-room.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI know you will forgive me, Herrick, but the\\nfact is I dare not stay in this hall; it is too cold for\\nme in this weather!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSir William had made response in his usual", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "NOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD LOVE.\\ncharming fashion, and his eyes had smiled at Hetta,\\nwho was clinging to her father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arm, as he spoke.\\nThere was more depth and disturbance in his gaze\\nthan he was probably aware of. Certainly he little\\ndreamed of the effect he had produced on the tender\\nheart of the young girl. As the door was closed,\\nand she vanished from his sight, he was conscious of\\na new feeling for Hetta this night. She had amused\\nhim and pleased him exceedingly during the past\\nweek, but then, in this, she shared the honors with\\nmany another. Herrick was not wont to go a week\\nwithout being amused and pleased by something\\nfeminine; age being, to a great extent, immaterial.\\nHe had given Hetta as much place in his thoughts,\\ntherefore, as he gave to mo-st pretty girls, but to\u00c2\u00ac\\nnight he found she had slipped into another place.\\nIt was the old story, a desire for what might be\\nunattainable, and a stronger element than Mrs.\\nTempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s well-meant interference had worked to\\nbring Hetta Lorrimer into the position of being\\nunattainable to him. For the moment she did un\u00c2\u00ac\\ndeniably hold that position; it was for the next\\nhour or so to prove how long she was to hold it.\\nAnne kept him waiting a good twenty minutes,\\nbut when she had finally appeared on the stairs she\\nhad made a picture that should have satisfied the\\nmost impatient of men.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "NOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD LOVE.\\n43\\nSir William\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes, however, had expressed noth\u00c2\u00ac\\ning definite as he had glanced up and seen her com\u00c2\u00ac\\ning. The trim velvet skating-gown, with its sable\\naccompaniments would, under ordinary circum\u00c2\u00ac\\nstances, have immediately appealed to him, but in\\nthat moment he was conscious only of the fact that\\nthe dark, picturesque face, that smiled at him from\\nunder the close-fitting sable cap, was the face of one\\nwhom he had injured, and who was prepared now\\nto avenge herself for this wrong by all the means\\nin her power.\\nIn complete silence he had put the sable-lined\\ncloak she held out to him about her shapely shoul\u00c2\u00ac\\nders, and in silence also he had opened the big\\nhall door, and they had passed out into the white\\nglory of the moonshine and the jewelled splendor\\nof the frosty night. Not a word was spoken be\u00c2\u00ac\\ntween them as they walked briskly down the avenue,\\nfollowed, as we know, by Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wistful eyes, till\\nthey had vanished into the shadows of the planta\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion but when they had passed from the clear sheen\\nof the moonlight and were safe within the thick\\ngrowth of the many trees, the silence was broken,\\nand by Anne.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am afraid my home-coming will have spoilt\\nyour visit to Turret Teignton, Sir William Her\u00c2\u00ac\\nrick,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said; and though she spoke with a degree", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "44 NOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD LOVE.\\nof lightness, there was a far greater degree of bit\u00c2\u00ac\\nterness to counterbalance this.\\nHerrick looked at her warily; he was absolutely\\nat a disadvantage, an experience new and highly\\nobjectionable to him.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSay what you have to say, in God\u00e2\u0080\u0099s name, and\\nbe done with it!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he answered, half sullenly, after a\\npause.\\nAnne Foster laughed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy dear friend! if I began to say all I ought to\\nsay, I should keep you out here in the cold far\\nlonger than I fancy would be pleasant for you!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe finished with another laugh, then she turned\\nher eyes toward him. There was a gleam of moon\u00c2\u00ac\\nlight breaking the darkness here and there,\\nand one of those stray beams fell on her face, illu\u00c2\u00ac\\nminating its dark beauty, and picking out the lustre\\nof her strange eyes. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI shall say enough, be sure\\nof that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, coldly.\\nThey were moving at a snail\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pace over the\\nrough earth; skating was evidently the last thing in\\ntheir thoughts (and already, in her imagination,\\nlittle Hetta had begun to picture them flying round\\nthe lake hand in hand!). There was an uncomfort\u00c2\u00ac\\nable pause between them after Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s last remark.\\nIt was a novel experience for William Herrick to\\nbe at a loss for words, or to meet with any occasion", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "Skating the last thing in their thoughts", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "NOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD LOVE.\\n45\\nnecessitating hot anger against anyone, much less\\nagainst himself, yet this was the one dominant feel\u00c2\u00ac\\ning with him now; anger, a very fury of anger\\nagainst himself, and that old folly of a few years\\nago, unearthed now so unexpectedly.\\nAnne accepted this silence as part of her triumph.\\nShe looked at his stalwart, handsome figure moving\\nwith such wealth of healthy grace and strength\\nby her side, and she remembered how her eyes had\\nbeen blinded by tears, brought by his callousness\\nand cruelty, the last time they had been together.\\nHer voice had the keen edge of a knife in it when\\nshe spoke next.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know that I wrote to you twice, and you\\nnever replied to my letters!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI never received any,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the man said, still in the\\nsame sullen fashion.\\nAnne laughed again.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe trick of lying improves with years!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe turned, half savagely.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLook here,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he began, blusteringly (if Judith\\nTempest could have heard him then, her heart\\nwould have grown cold with surprise and horror;\\nit would have been such a revelation for her, such\\nan open expression of that strange vague element in\\nhis nature, she had found herself puzzling and\\ntroubling about so much), \u00e2\u0080\u009clook here, Anne, let us", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "46 NOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD LOVE.\\nunderstand one another. You are evidently run\u00c2\u00ac\\nning away with the notion that you can say just\\nwhatever you please, and\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSay what I please?\u00e2\u0080\u009d Anne repeated, contemptu\u00c2\u00ac\\nously; \u00e2\u0080\u009cwhy, of course 1 can. Say\u00e2\u0080\u0094and do what I\\nplease, too! I hold you in my hand, you see, Will;\\nand I swear to you I mean to let you know this by\\nevery means in my power!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIt was Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s turn to laugh now. There was\\na touch of melodrama in this last speech of hers,\\nthat gave him back some of his old careless self.\\nAfter all, what could she do? his mind questioned,\\nhurriedly. Tell the story of their old acquaintance?\\nWell, in this recital it would not be he who would\\nsuffer the most. Naturally viewed in the light of\\nhigh principles, his conduct would not pass without\\nsevere condemnations, but then he could always\\nurge youth as an excuse for all the manifold deeds\\nof selfishness and wrong with which his life, since\\nhis boyhood, had been studded. Moreover, save\\nwith Judith Tempest, whose good opinion it was\\nmaterially to his advantage to study, Herrick did\\nnot feel, now that the first edge of the surprise was\\nwearing off, that he cared very much how widely\\nAnne should advertise the story of their past friend\u00c2\u00ac\\nship.\\nHe said as much to her now. He had lost his", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "NOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD LOVE.\\n47\\nsullenness, his temporary discomfiture. He was\\nhimself again, and prepared for all that might come.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou want to have a downright quarrel with\\nme,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said to her, quite good humoredly; \u00e2\u0080\u009cwell,\\ntake my advice, Anne, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t do anything of the sort.\\nYou are clever enough to know perfectly well that\\nif there is any master of the situation that lies be\u00c2\u00ac\\ntween us, I am that master! The world has never\\nany real sympathy for a woman who proclaims her\u00c2\u00ac\\nself as having been wronged\u00e2\u0080\u0094in fact,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Herrick\\nsaid, in an absolutely calm, genial way, \u00e2\u0080\u009cin fact such\\npeople are usually condemned as bores, and that is\\na role I am convinced you would never care to play\\nat any time.\u00e2\u0080\u009d He held some branches on one side\\nto let her pass; his manner was the perfection of\\ncourtesy.\\nAnne neither looked at him, nor answered him.\\nShe seemed to move onwards towards the lake, and\\nthe boathouse, as though her limbs carried her\\nmechanically. They were now in the full light of\\nthe moon again, and he saw that her dark face had\\na drawn, tired look. He construed the expression\\nrightly into meaning the bitterness of one con\u00c2\u00ac\\nquered at least in one direction. She had com\u00c2\u00ac\\nmenced boldly, but she had not the force at her\\ncommand to go on.\\nHe pursued his speech, smoothly.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "48 NOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD LOVE.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou want to reproach me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, his step\\nkeeping even time to hers. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou would like to put\\nme at a disadvantage. I will confess I was so\\namazed to see you to-night filling so important a\\nplace in Colonel Lorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s house (by the way, your\\nchange of name was a clever move, Anne), that for\\na brief moment you actually did have me at a dis\u00c2\u00ac\\nadvantage. But now that I have recovered my sur\u00c2\u00ac\\nprise, I am more than prepared for all you have to\\nsay to me. We are comrades in a sense, you know,\\nso I am bound to listen to you out of old asso\u00c2\u00ac\\nciation, if for no other reason.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThey had reached an incline leading to the bank.\\nHe put out his hand to help her down the steep,\\nslippery ground, but she passed on, proudly ignor\u00c2\u00ac\\ning his aid.\\nHe shrugged his shoulders and smiled. Her\\nsilence was his opportunity.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, if you have renounced your idea of ques\u00c2\u00ac\\ntioning and speaking,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI may as well take\\nup the part. Just now you threatened me, Anne.\\nYou told me I was in your hands. What do you\\nsuppose Colonel Lorrimer would say if to-morrow\\nhe heard from my lips the story of that old flirta\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion of ours? It is true he is an old, and sick man;\\ntrue that he married your mother to save himself\\nfrom ruin; still, he has some pride left, and not", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "NOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD LOVE.\\n49\\neven your money could stand between you and his\\nharsh judgment if he knew all.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnne turned and faced him. They were sheltered\\nfrom view by the boathouse, no one could see or\\nhear them. She was white to the lips now.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cColonel Lorrimer, weak, sick, old, as you say,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe said, her voice almost drowned in her emotion,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009chas yet something in him despite all his follies,\\nthat makes him a man, not a cur. Take the story\\nto him, tell him all, as you say, tell him of my cre\u00c2\u00ac\\ndulity, my mistaken madness, tell him of your lies,\\nyour deceit, your dishonesty. Let him know all\\nthere is to know\u00e2\u0080\u0094the story of a girl who was a fool,\\nand a man who was a scoundrel. Somehow, Will,\\nI do not think I fear that Colonel Lorrimer should\\nknow the true story of our old acquaintance.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHerrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes met hers, those large, strange,\\ndark eyes that had in them now that cold, hard look\\nas of a mask, where before they had been so full of\\nfire, of passionate devotion. The memory of those\\ndays when those eyes had looked into his, eloquent\\nwith love, came back to him now with a thrill.\\nAnne had had a short reign it is true, but he had\\nnever utterly forgotten the extraordinary love she\\nhad lavished upon him, and though he never failed\\nto applaud his wisdom in having cut short an ac\u00c2\u00ac\\nquaintance which had been fraught with so many", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "50 NOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD EOVE.\\ndifficulties and dangers, still now and then Herrick\\nhad actually remembered Anne, and remembered\\nher with a regret that was born solely of vanity.\\nThe gipsy blood in her veins had given her a touch\\nof fire and attraction even when she had seemed to\\nbe poor, humble, insignificant; now in her costly\\nsetting of furs and velvet, with an air of hauteur\\nand breeding which, if not quite genuine was very\\neffective, Herrick had to confess that this attraction\\nwas stronger than before.\\nIt was like a dream to him to find himself looking\\non her again, and in so changed a guise. It was\\nhard indeed to reconcile this brilliantly handsome\\nwoman, with all the environment and veneer of\\nfashion about and upon her, with that handsome but\\nplebeian and often shabby-looking girl whom he\\nhad sought SO assiduously in his butterfly fashion\\nsome five years before, and once having won, had\\ndiscarded. Anne had received his attentions coldly\\nto begin with. She had been very young, and her\\nnatural disposition inclined to suspicion, but there\\nwas that about Herrick which could woo confidence\\nfrom the most distrustful creature in the world.\\nGradually she grew to have faith in him, then, to\\nlove him. Had anyone told her she was destined to\\nbe used merely as an amusement by this handsome\\nyoung spendthrift, she would have killed the slan\u00c2\u00ac\\nderer.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "NOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD LOVE. 51\\nShe was more than an ordinary amusement to\\nHerrick. She was a definite source of aid. It was\\nAnne who stood between this slippery customer\\nand her father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wrath; it was Anne who, drawing\\nher childhood\u00e2\u0080\u0099s savings from the bank, lent every,\\nfarthing to the young scoundrel to meet other\\npressing liabilities. In those days there had been no\\nknowledge in either her mind or her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s of the\\nwealth that was to be theirs eventually. Certainly,\\nHerrick had not the smallest inkling of the fortune\\nwhich plain, hard-working, humble John Foss had\\nmanaged to amass. It might have made a difference\\nif he had known it (although marriage with Anne\\nwas the very last matter that would have ever\\ndawned in his imagination), but that Anne should\\never pass out of the sphere in which he had met her\\nand take her place in his own world was something\\nthat would have seemed to him quite incompre\u00c2\u00ac\\nhensible.\\nThe severance from the girl had been naturally\\nmost unpleasant. He chose a good moment in\\nwhich to cut himself adrift from her; her father\\nwas dying\u00e2\u0080\u0094he was so ill that Anne had to be with\\nhim night and day. In her sorrow she had looked\\nto her lover, her betrothed husband to support her,\\nand for support she had received a shameful and\\ncruel blow. Herrick told her the truth, brutally.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "52\\nNOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD LOVE.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe have had a very pleasant friendship, but like\\nother pleasant things, it must come to an end. I am\\nstone-broke and besides, I am too young to dream\\nof getting married. I mean to knock about a bit\\nbefore I settle down, if ever I do settle down; and\\nwhen I do marry\u00e2\u0080\u0094well, I suppose I must choose\\nsomeone in my own world. Of course, I thought\\nyou would know all that without waiting for me to\\ntell it to you/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he had said, in his careless, good-\\nnatured sort of way, and he had been perfectly\\nsincere in the surprise that actuated this last phrase.\\nOf course, he had never dreamed that Anne could\\nhave been so exceedingly foolish as to have im\u00c2\u00ac\\nagined any different termination. He remembered\\nnow how very amazed and annoyed he had been by\\nher passionate tears and yearning, pleading words.\\nIt wa9 indeed curious to realize that this proud,\\nscornful woman, could once have been that weak,\\nloving, sorrowing girl. He did not digest what she\\nsaid about Colonel Lorrimer very easily. Un\u00c2\u00ac\\ndoubtedly Anne would suffer the most, but he\\nwould not go scot-free; and when he remembered\\nthat it was Hetta s father of whom they were speak\u00c2\u00ac\\ning, he had a decidedly uncomfortable sensation.\\nPurely and absolutely because of Anne s antago\u00c2\u00ac\\nnism he felt himself drawn towards Hettaas he never\\ncould have been under more normal circumstances.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "NOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD LOVE. 53\\nHe forgot that she was penniless, he only knew that\\nshe was beginning to love him; that she was beauti\u00c2\u00ac\\nful, innocent, high-born, and everything he most\\nadmired and desired. She took a place in his\\nthoughts that surprised him. To his astonishment\\nhe was conscious of something like a thrill of fear\\nlest Anne should carry her story to Hetta, instead of\\nto Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s father. He must at all hazard prevent\\nthat catastrophe.\\nHis trick of plausibility and his winning charm\\nmust be used to good purpose on this occasion.\\nThere must be friendship between himself and\\nAnne, not enmity. He always preferred having a\\npretty woman for a friend, and once he had safely\\npassed the present sharp-edged path between them,\\nhe had no doubt whatever that Anne would be per\u00c2\u00ac\\nfectly content to play any role he might set before\\nher. He started his new tactic boldly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy should we quarrel and threaten, and use\\nhard words to one another, Anne?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said to her,\\nin his most caressing manner. \u00e2\u0080\u009cGranted I have be\u00c2\u00ac\\nhaved like a scoundrel to you, I was at least an\\nhonest one. You must see, looking back, that\\nthere was some excuse for me. Why, to begin with,\\nI was hardly more than a boy in those old days, and\\na boy without a penny to bless himself with, too.\\nMoreover, you know how I was tied up and bound", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "54 NOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD DOVE.\\nabout my rules and regulations; even as it is now,\\nman as I am, I am still not a free agent. I came\\ninto a title and estate mortgaged up to the hilt, and\\nall the expectations I have are to come to me from\\nmy Uncle George Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s will, subject to his\\nwidow\u00e2\u0080\u0099s approval or disapproval, I\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnne laughed a clear, cold, hard laugh.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy dear friend,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, in an amused tone,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009chave I asked for your biography? Believe I have\\nalways known all I have ever wanted to know about\\nyou, and there is nothing new you can tell me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe drew her cloak about her with a little shiver.\\nShe seemed as if she had passed some ru bicon, in\\nher thoughts, and had taken up a new position, for\\nher manner had changed. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is hardly warm\\nenough to stand here; let us go and skate\u00e2\u0080\u0094a good\\nspin will warm us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHerrick stretched out his hand to pilot her to the\\nice, thence to the boathouse steps. This time she\\ndid not refuse his assistance.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSo then we are friends, Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0094friends once\\nagain?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he asked her, in a half-tender whisper.\\nShe smiled that smile that disclosed her beautiful\\neven teeth, but left her eyes unmoved.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFriendship with Sir William Herrick,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said,\\nquizzically. \u00e2\u0080\u009cQuel honneur! I hardly know\\nwhether I shall be able to live up to so high a posi\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "NOTHING SO DEAD AS A DEAD LOVE. 55\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t sneer!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Herrick said, as he knelt at her\\nfeet, and put on her skates. He looked up at her\\nwith the same sunny expression, the same devotion\\nas he had given to Hetta earlier in the day. He was\\ndetermined on carrying his way. Anne mystified\\nhim a little. She met him just a trifle too easily to\\nconvince him of the full value of his power; but he\\nwas so accustomed to success in all he undertook,\\nhe did not intend to let even the suggestion of fail\u00c2\u00ac\\nure come to him now. In fact, as they crossed\\nhands and swept over the polished surface of the\\nice, as he tightened his hold on Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand, and\\nfelt it thrill at his touch, as he saw her eyes melt\\na little into their old, beautiful softness beneath his\\ngaze, his spirits rose.\\nThe game would be both easy and amusing, and\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s old loyalty and love would always stand be\u00c2\u00ac\\ntween him and annoyance. That there could be\\nanything deeper for him than annoyance from any\\nword or act of hers, or any other woman placed as\\nshe was, he never dreamed. In this he was destined\\nto learn something, and the lesson was to come from\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hands.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER IV.\\nALMOST A TRAGEDY.\\nHetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s songs and playing lasted till the game of\\nbezique came to an end, and the Colonel, confessing\\nto unusual fatigue, declared his intention of going\\nto bed. With her heart still unwrung with fear,Hetta\\nwould have accompanied him to his room, but Mrs.\\nTempest once again intervened. The girl had to\\nbe taught the task of self-repression, of patience, of\\nself-abnegation where anxiety was concerned.\\nWith many delicate little words*, therefore, she\\nmanaged to save the situation, and sent the tired\\nman to rest with a feeling of gratitude he could\\nnot have expressed fully, save that it gave him more\\nthan a touch of happiness to see Hetta loved and\\ncherished by this gracious, beautiful woman, at once\\nher equal and her protector.\\nSo soon as the door had closed on Colonel Lor-\\nrimer, Mrs. Tempest had a suggestion to make.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat if we wrap ourselves up and walk down\\nto the lake, Hetta?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked brightly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you\\nthink it would be a delightful idea? It is really such\\na glorious night we ought to take advantage of it,\\n56", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "ALMOST A TRAGEDY.\\n57\\nand for myself, I want to have as much country\\nwalking and air as possible, for back to town I shall\\nhave to fly before very long/\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nHetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face had flushed and brightened, now it\\nfell again.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! you are not going to leave us for a long,\\nlong time yet/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she said eagerly.\\nMrs. Tempest smiled and stroked her cheek.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou may be sure we shall stay as long as we\\ncan, but I must be back in London on business\\nshortly, and Will is overdue at Herrickburne. As\\nsoon as he is settled there, you must come with your\\nfather and pay a long visit to us. I shall preside\\nover Will\u00e2\u0080\u0099s establishment most of the year, but I\\nshall still keep on my little London home. I am\\nreally very fond of London,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Judith added.\\nNoting with admiration, and some relief, what an\\nadmirable command of herself Hetta had, Mrs.\\nTempest had made this speech purposely. She\\nwanted to prepare the girl for the approaching\\nseparation from Herrick. She saw that Hetta had\\nreceived her words with a startled and pained air,\\nwhich went far, too far indeed, for her own satis\u00c2\u00ac\\nfaction, to confirm Judith in the theory she had\\narrived at about Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dangerous fascination\\nfor the girl.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! Will! Will!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she sighed to herself, as she\\nwent down to join Hetta.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "58\\nALMOST A TRAGEDY.\\nThe walk through the moonlight, seemed to bring\\nback the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s gaiety. She laughed and chatted\\nmore freely than she had yet done with Judith\\nTempest; her arm clung to the older woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arm\\nin confidential affection.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI was a little afraid of you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she confessed to\\nJudith, as they progressed down the avenue. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\ntold Sir William I was, and he only laughed. But\\nthen you are so tall and so queenly. You make me\\nfeel so insignificant. I am so glad to know you like\\nme!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta finished in her pretty childlike fashion.\\nJudith Tempest caressed her hand.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI mean to love you very much,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, and\\nshe said it warmly.\\nHetta sighed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMay I write to you sometimes?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked wist\u00c2\u00ac\\nfully. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI love writing letters. I wanted to write to\\nAnne while she was away, but she did not care\\nabout it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd so you are really fond of Miss Foster?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest said in answer to this.\\nHetta paused an instant before answering.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know if I am actually fond of Anne,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe then said, musingly; \u00e2\u0080\u009cI respect her, and I trust\\nher. Perhaps that may sound strange, but I mean\\nI feel Anne is so strong, so wise, that she gives me\\na sense of reliance. She is very straightforward and", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "ALMOST A TRAGEDY.\\n59\\nplain spoken, and I like her for that. She never\\nminds telling everyone her father was John Foss, the\\ntailor, and that she and her mother were obliged\\nby his will to change their names to Foster, and to\\ndo all sorts of things he wanted, before they in\u00c2\u00ac\\nherited his money. Of course,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta said a mo\u00c2\u00ac\\nment later, \u00e2\u0080\u009cof course, I think Mrs. Lorrimer is\\nreally more kind and generous than Anne, but\\nthen she is different altogether. Anne feels the\\nnecessity of keeping up her position so much. Why,\\ndo you know, she is always studying even now!\\nShe has just come back from six weeks in Paris;\\nshe goes there constantly just to keep herself up in\\nthe language, and she works so hard at music too.\\nI gave her some lessons about a year ago, but she\\nwants more than I can teach her,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta finished,\\nrather quaintly.\\nMrs. Tempest was silent awhile, as they pushed\\ntheir way to the lake, whose lamps gleamed like so\\nmany colored flowers from the distance. Somehow\\nJudith could not yield to Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s charm. She had\\nwatched Miss Foster carefully throughout dinner,\\nand she had been more convinced in her first im\u00c2\u00ac\\npression of the young woman. Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s whole man\u00c2\u00ac\\nner was unsympathetic to Mrs. Tempest. In this,\\nperhaps, a certain amount of prejudice played a\\npart, for Miss Foster was geniality itself to the", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "60\\nALMOST A TRAGEDY.\\nstately woman of society who was guest at Turret\\nTeignton, but that first speech of Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s, when\\nthey had met, remained and rankled in Judith Tem\u00c2\u00ac\\npest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mind, and now Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s warm words about her\\nstepsister revealed something that the child herself\\nhad no consciousness of.\\nThe lake was reached at last. Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cheeks\\nwere flushed and her eyes shining. Her small feet\\nmoved restlessly, as though longing to be flying\\nonce more over the ice.\\nThe crowd had thinned to about a dozen people.\\nHetta pointed out to Mrs. Tempest some of the\\nlocal celebrities.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s our organist; you heard him in church\\nlast Sunday. He skates just like he plays, doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nhe?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she laughed. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd that girl in red is the\\ndaughter of the big grocer in the High street. She\\nis ever so much admired, and, I must say, she has\\nreally a lovely complexion. None of the Tarporley\\nparty are here now. I suppose they have another\\ndance on to-night. I wonder if you will admire\\nTarporley as much as Turret Teignton? It is much\\nbigger; and I know,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta said, chattering on al\u00c2\u00ac\\nmost heedlessly, so intent was she in searching with\\nher bright eyes for a certain tall, handsome young\\nman\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cI know,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she added, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat the Beresfords\\nthink their house i s ever so much grander than", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "ALMOST A TRAGEDY.\\n61\\nours; only we are older than they are, so that makes\\nit even, doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA skater came out of the distance and flashed\\npast them.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere is that strange young man, we noticed\\nthis afternoon,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta said, watching him with ap\u00c2\u00ac\\nprobation. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHe skates magnificently\u00e2\u0080\u0094so easily;\\nI suppose he must be staying with the Beresfords;\\nthey always have a house full.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe skater skimmed past them again. He\\nglanced casually at Mrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tall figure and\\nHetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s slender one as he went by.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI wonder where Anne is?\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta said, after a\\nlittle pause.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLet us see if we can find her.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest stepped down on the ice as she\\nmade this suggestion.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDoes Mias Foster skate well?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked, as\\nHetta, gleefully assenting, walked her briskly to\u00c2\u00ac\\nwards the other end of the lake.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know, but I expect she does. Anne\\nnever attempts anything she cannot do.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nvoice changed a little here. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI quite forgot to tell\\nAnne to be sure not to go too near the bottom cor\u00c2\u00ac\\nner,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, and her words conveyed some anxi\u00c2\u00ac\\nety.\\nMrs. Tempest looked at her quickly.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "62\\nALMOST A TRAGEDY.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy, is it dangerous there?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked.\\nHetta nodded her head.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe gardeners break the ice every morning to\\nlet the ducks have a chance of a swim. It freezes\\nover again, but of course it is always thin.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWill will have told Miss Foster; he knows all the\\ncorners of the lake by now.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta nodded her head, and her face flushed as\\nshe remembered all the little dives and turns and\\ncorners she had taken Herrick to see. It hurt her\\nto think he should be skating with anyone else.\\nShe almost wished she had not yielded to the temp\u00c2\u00ac\\ntation of the walk. Suddenly her heart leaped into\\nlife and joyousness again.\\nHerrick was coming towards them, flying along\\nas though on some urgent errand. The light of the\\nmoon was full in his face; he did not recognize who\\nwas in front of him till Hetta spoke his name.\\nHe wheeled round into a momentary pause.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am going to fetch some of the men and a rope;\\nthere is a man in down there;\u00e2\u0080\u009d he was breathless and\\nwas gone again in an instant.\\nHetta clutched Mrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arm.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! and it is so deep there! Oh! let us go\\nlet us go. I am frightened!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWithout waiting for Mrs. Tempest, she sped over\\nthe ice, and in an incredibly short time was at the", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "ALMOST A TRAGEDY.\\n63\\nplace where her anxiety had feared danger for\\nAnne.\\nMiss Foster was one of the group gathered on the\\nbank. She was wet from her waist downwards,\\nand she looked as if she had had a shock, but her\\nthoughts were all bent on directing the movement\\nof a ladder, that was being pushed eagerly by those\\nabout her across the chasm of water, to where a\\nman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s figure was struggling, now fighting and\\nclinging to the broken ice that snapped as his weight\\nrested on it, now disappearing into the dark deep\\nwater.\\nHetta gave a cry of horror. She clasped her\\nhands to her heart.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0094Anne, he will die! he is exhausted!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe cried; but even as she said it, Herrick had\\nskated passed her like a flash of lightning, had shot\\nthe rope into the water where by some marvellous\\nchance it lashed itself about the ladder, then flinging\\nhimself down, and bidding the gardeners hold tight\\nto the rope (with all his faults, Herrick was not a\\nphysical coward), he crawled to the very edge of\\nthe chasm, and as the half drowned man rose to the\\nsurface, he clutched the outstretched hands, and\\nby mere force of muscle, held him until another\\nman, clambering along the ladder, came to the\\nrescue.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "64\\nALMOST A TRAGEDY.\\nHetta, with distraught eyes and pallid face, had\\nbeen wrapped about by Judith Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arms.\\nAs she saw that the rescue was complete, she\\ngave a gasping sigh, and reeled against Mrs. Tem\u00c2\u00ac\\npest as though fainting. The older woman her\u00c2\u00ac\\nself was in a state of agitation hardly less. Her\\nfeelings were of sharp relief, and then of pride in\\nher boy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s courage and skill. Then she had to think\\nof Anne, who, utterly exhausted, had sunk on the\\nbank, white and trembling, while the insensible and\\ndripping form of the stranger who had so gallantly\\nrushed to her rescue, and had so nearly sacrificed\\nhis life in his gallantry, was carried slowly down to\\nthe keeper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s small cottage, which stood happily\\nclose at hand.\\nBoth Mrs. Tempest and Hetta were full of tender\\ncare and anxiety about Anne, who, however, soon\\nrose mistress of her fright, and though trembling in\\nevery limb, declared she should walk home and rid\\nherself of her wet garments in her own room.\\nShe had started briskly before either Mrs. Tem\u00c2\u00ac\\npest or Hetta could remonstrate, and seeing this\\nthey turned their attention to the other and more\\nanxious case.\\nAt the keeper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s door they were met by Herrick.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s all right now,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Sir William said, and he\\ngave Hetta a smile. \u00e2\u0080\u009cPoor chap! it has been a near", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "ALMOST A TRAGEDY.\\n65\\nsqueak. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be frightened, Miss Lorrimer, he is\\nas right as rain. He may have a bit of a cold, but\\nnothing more. He is conscious, and they will look\\nafter him. I shall stay here, and then I can report\\nto you what the doctor says.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta smiled up at him faintly. She would have\\ngiven everying she possessed to have been able to\\nclasp his hand, and calling him by an endearing\\nname, as Mrs. Tempest did, praise him for his brave\\nrescue. She had to turn away without a word, for\\nher heart was too full for words, and she knew as\\nshe hastened back to the house with Mrs. Tempest\\nthat she would never find words to express, even to\\nherself, how dear William Herrick was to her.\\nLittle did Hetta think in this moment that that\\nhumble keeper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s roof sheltered the two men who\\nwere destined to play the two great parts in her\\nfuture life!", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER V.\\nA MOTHERLY CREATURE.\\nMiss Foster reported herself as being none the\\nworse for her accident, when everybody was as\u00c2\u00ac\\nsembled for breakfast the next morning. Hetta\\nhad been early to knock at her stepsister\u00e2\u0080\u0099s door and\\ninquire eagerly how she was. Though Hetta had\\nflown as fast as she could, the night before, to try\\nand catch up Anne, Miss Foster, despite the cling\u00c2\u00ac\\ning weight of her wet skirts, had managed to reach\\nthe house and her own room before Hetta could\\napproach her, and once there she was invisible.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am not ill. I have everything I want. I am\\ngoing to have a hot bath, and shall be as right as\\npossible. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t fuss about me, Hetta,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she had\\nsaid half irritably, from behind her closed door;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cand, above all, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t go and alarm mother, she\\nwill stay here half the night if you do!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta went away feeling repulsed. She had\\nwanted to hear all about everything, and above all\\nshe had wanted to hear Anne speak her warm ap\u00c2\u00ac\\npreciation for Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cleverness and courage.\\nShe had said \u00e2\u0080\u009cgood-night\u00e2\u0080\u009d to Mrs. Tempest, look-\\nfee)", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "A MOTHERLY CREATURE.\\n67\\ning wistfully, but in vain, for Sir William, to clasp\\nhis hand just once before retiring, but Herrick had\\nlingered down at the keeper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cottage till the doctor,\\nwho had been summoned from the village, had giv\u00c2\u00ac\\nen his verdict upon the man who had so nearly\\npassed out of life altogether.\\nThe next morning, too, at breakfast time, when\\nAnne had to answer so many questions and suffer\\nher mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cries and exclamations of horrified\\nalarm over what had happened, Sir William was not\\npresent.\\nThe butler informed Hetta, who presided prettily\\nat one end of the table, that Sir William had gone\\nagain to see the invalid.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe said he would be back soon, Miss,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the\\nservant said.\\nAnne, who looked pale and certainly less bril\u00c2\u00ac\\nliantly handsome in the morning light, declared her\\nintention of walking to enquire personally after the\\nman who had rushed so gallantly to her rescue.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe came so quickly no one had time to warn\\nhim of the danger,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said to Mrs. Tempest. She\\nwas very charming with this kinswoman of Her\u00c2\u00ac\\nrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s; in her heart Anne had determined to win\\nher way into Judith Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s good opinion. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHad\\nI been left to myself, I should have scrambled out,\\nas I did without more than a little inconvenience; I", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "68\\nA MOTHERLY CREATURE.\\nhappened to be so close to the bank, fortunately\\nwhen I went in; otherwise,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Anne gave a little\\nlaugh\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cotherwise I have no doubt it would have\\nbeen\u00e2\u0080\u0098all up with me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta gave a little murmured cry, and Mrs. Lor-\\nrimer, who was fidgetting too much about her\\ndaughter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s escape to eat her usual share of break\u00c2\u00ac\\nfast, suddenly broke into loud weeping at these\\nwords.\\nIt was Hetta who went to comfort her, not Anne.\\nColonel Lorrimer very rarely left his room for\\nbreakfast. Hetta, whose fears about him had re\u00c2\u00ac\\nvived with the morning light, had been to take him\\nhis coffee and roll a good hour before. The girl\\nhad lost some of her sunny beauty after a night of\\nsuch unusual excitement, yet Judith Tempest found\\nher sweeter this morning than she had ever found\\nher before, more especially when she hovered so af\u00c2\u00ac\\nfectionately about her stepmother, consoling fier\\nin a dozen different ways.\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s only sympathy had been a sharp speech.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPlease don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be foolish, mother,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she had said\\nwith a frown, as the tears had come.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, can I \u00e2\u0080\u0099elp it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d sobbed poor Mrs. Lorrimer.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou speak of being drowned just as easy as though\\nit were nothink, and me never to have known noth\u00c2\u00ac\\nink about it, too!\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "A MOTHERLY CREATURE.\\nAnne smiled faintly. There were times when her\\nmother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s manners and method of speech were pos\u00c2\u00ac\\nitive torture to her, and never more so than now,\\nwhen every instant marked more surely the chasm\\nthat separated her only parent from the world of\\nrefinement and social culture, as personified in\\nJudith Tempest. Anne had progressed a long way\\npast the standpoint of the ordinary parvenu; she\\nwas in many ways a superior, an extraordinary na\u00c2\u00ac\\nture; she had learned enough to know that her best\\nrole was to play blindness and deafness to her\\nmother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s peculiarities, and she carried this role\\nthrough so successfully that Mrs. Lorrimer had no\\nconception of the real place she held in her daugh\u00c2\u00ac\\nter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s feelings. She was devoted to Anne, her pride\\nin her child was illimitable. All through the week\\nthat Mrs. Tempest had been at Turret Teignton,\\nshe had heard nothing but words of love and pride\\nfor the absent Anne from her hostess.\\nThat Mrs. Lorrimer also had a large share of love\\nto bestow on Hetta was very evident, but no one\\napproached, or would ever approach Anne in her\\nheart. Her girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s beauty and cleverness, the way\\nin which Anne bore her present changed and, in a\\nsense, lofty position, was something her mother\\ncould never grow accustomed to\u00e2\u0080\u0094something that\\nseemed more wonderful each day.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "70\\nA MOTHER!/Y CREATURE.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cColonel Lorrimer should ha\u00e2\u0080\u0099 made my Anne his\\nwife, not me, ma\u00e2\u0080\u0099am,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she had said to Mrs. Tempest,\\nin one of her moments of enthusiasm and confi\u00c2\u00ac\\ndence. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhen you see Anne, you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll agree with me,\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m sure. What for ever the Colonel could ha! been\\nthinking about to choose me and not my girl, I\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cColonel Lorrimer recognized in you what he\\nneeded more than anything else\u00e2\u0080\u0094a kind and loving\\nnature, to be a mother to Hetta,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Judith had an\u00c2\u00ac\\nswered, in her gentle way, and her words had been\\nreceived beamingly. There was nothing that gave\\npoor common Margaret Lorrimer such complete\\nsatisfaction as the thought that she played some\\nuseful part in her present grandeur. More particu\u00c2\u00ac\\nlarly was she gratified to think that she could act\\nthe mother to Hetta, dainty, winsome, delicate,\\nflower-like Hetta.\\nShe did not admire Hetta in the sense that she\\nadmired Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s physique, but she never could for\u00c2\u00ac\\nget that Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s young mother had been a woman\\nof title, the daughter of an Earl, and that not only\\nconstituted a tremendous matter to her eyes, but\\nseemed in a sense to endow her with an element\\nof that greatness which surrounded all titled folk.\\nShe fulfilled exactly the part Mrs. Tempest de\u00c2\u00ac\\nscribed to her. She took as much care of Hetta as", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "A MOTHERLY CREATURE.\\n71\\nshe would of some great treasure. If the girl were\\npale, or languid, or less merry than usual, then Mrs.\\nLorrimer would never give her a moment\u00e2\u0080\u0099s peace;\\neven carrying her protective care so far sometimes\\nas to put the girl to bed and mount guard over her\\ntill the cold or slight indisposition was at an end.\\nShe would have taken the same care of Colonel\\nLorrimer, but, truth to tell, the poor woman was a\\ntrifle frightened of the man she had married; he\\nawed her quite unconsciously, and she often won\u00c2\u00ac\\ndered how it was she had had the courage to become\\nhis wife at all. If it had not been for Anne and\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s energy in the matter, the marriage would\\nnever have been. Naturally enough, there were\\ntimes when Mrs. Lorrimer yearned for the old sim\u00c2\u00ac\\nple days of her early life. She had had a tremendous\\nstruggle for existence in those days, but she had\\nbeen very happy, till fortune had come to her hus\u00c2\u00ac\\nband so lavishly, and with fortune all those plans and\\nschemes for social elevation which he himself had\\nnever lived to support, but which Anne had carried\\non so thoroughly and so successfully.\\nThe wealth bequeathed by the tailor to his wife\\nand daughter was not merely the outcome of trade;\\nspeculation and careful investment had worked the\\noracle, and certainly neither Anne nor her mother\\nhad been prepared for the fortune that passed into", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "72\\nA MOTHERLY CREATURE.\\ntheir hands. There were several conditions attached\\nto the will of John Foss. He decreed that his fam\u00c2\u00ac\\nily were to cease instantly the use of the name of\\nFoss, and change it to Foster, (hence the reason\\nwhy William Herrick had never connected the\\nthought of Anne with Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s stepsister). They\\nwere to spend money freely upon themselves, and\\nmingle in, so far as was possible, the world of fashion\\nand rank. Both were to be permitted to claim\\ntheir respective incomes for all their lives, provided\\nthey endeavored to carry that wealth to higher\\nsocial channels, these channels to be opened up to\\nthem by marriage; but, should either the wife or\\ndaughter contract a humble marriage, then all their\\nfortune was to pass from them.\\nWhen chance brought Henry Lorrimer into in\u00c2\u00ac\\ntercourse with the Fosters, Anne immediately saw\\nin this worn, distinguished man a future for her\\nmother. She might have married him herself, for it\\nwas really Anne who had attracted Colonel Lor\u00c2\u00ac\\nrimer by her clever conversation; but Anne had\\nother schemes for her own future, and as there\\nwould be considerably assisted by connection with\\nsuch a family as the Lorrimers, she never ceased\\nher manoeuvres till her mother had become Henry\\nLorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife and mistress of Turret Teignton.\\nIt was, as Colonel Lorrimer had told Mrs. Tern-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "A MOTHERLY CREATURE.\\n73\\npest, Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s money that bought back the beautiful\\nold house from the hands of the mortgagees, and\\nthus, though her mother held first place of honor,\\nit was in reality Anne who ruled the entire estab\u00c2\u00ac\\nlishment, and who had control over everything con\u00c2\u00ac\\nnected with Colonel Lorrimer and his daughter.\\nThe pension Colonel Lorrimer drew, served as his\\nprivate income, and supplied all Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s simple\\nwants. Mrs. Lorrimer would have lavished money\\non both, but Henry Lorrimer felt his position al\u00c2\u00ac\\nready too keenly to accept more than was neces\u00c2\u00ac\\nsary, while Hetta as yet had no knowledge of the\\nvalue or need of money, and therefore could easily\\nrefuse her stepmother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s generosity. A few pres\u00c2\u00ac\\nents the girl accepted naturally enough, and the\\nstring of pearls which she wore day and night\\nround her pretty throat had been a gift from Mrs.\\nLorrimer.\\nAnne gave nothing. She spent money gener\u00c2\u00ac\\nously upon herself; her dress expenditure alone was\\nvery great. She was fond of jewelry, and would\\nwear the most costly ornaments in the daytime,\\nand wear them, as Mrs. Tempest was fain to con\u00c2\u00ac\\nfess to herself, without a touch of vulgarity. Strings\\nof shining stones, old brooches, glittering bangles,\\nall seemed to fit in with Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dark bizarre beauty,\\nto give the necessary accompaniment of color to her\\nclear dark skin.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "74\\nA MOTHERLY CREATURE.\\nJudith Tempest found her eyes straying frequent\u00c2\u00ac\\nly towards Anne on this morning after her return\\nhome. The woman (for girl she was no longer)\\ninterested her more each hour that passed. She did\\nnot find Anne an easy character to read; beside\\nHetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s transparent girlhood the other was a mys\u00c2\u00ac\\ntery altogether. Nothing could have been more\\nstriking than the difference between these two in\u00c2\u00ac\\nmates of one home, and Mrs. Tempest felt herself\\ngradually drifting, despite Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s genuine expres\u00c2\u00ac\\nsion of affection for her stepsister., into closer sym\u00c2\u00ac\\npathy with the curious sort of fear for his girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nfuture that Colonel Lorrimer had expressed to her\\non the ice the day before.\\nAnd yet there was nothing in Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s manner to\\nHetta that gave her occasion to imagine that Miss\\nFoster disliked her stepsister; on the contrary, Mrs.\\nTempest found Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s attitude towards Hetta both\\nnatural and sincere. There was no gush of affection\\nbetween them, but they seemed to understand one\\nanother, and sparred and chatted in the same\\nfriendly fashion that ordinary sisters might have\\ndone. If Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sneer came for anybody, it came\\nwhen most irritated by her mother. She was much\\nannoyed, Judith saw that instantly, by her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\noutburst of ungrammatical agitation and weeping,\\nand she frowned just the slightest degree in the", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "A MOTHERLY CREATURE.\\n75\\nworld when she saw Hetta fussing about Mrs. Lor-\\nrimer.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI always tell Hetta and my mother they spoil\\none another/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she said, with her brilliant smile, to\\nMrs. Tempest.\\nHetta smiled too, but she looked wistful.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnne is so much stronger and braver than we\\nare/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she said. \u00e2\u0080\u009cImagine what I should be like this\\nmorning if I had had her experience of last night.\\nWhy, I should be quaking with fright now.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe colored up very prettily as she finished speak\u00c2\u00ac\\ning, not from What she had said, but because at that\\nmoment Herrick had entered the room. The color\\ndeepened and lingered after he had clasped her\\nhand in greeting, and the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s loveliness in this\\nmoment drew both Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s and Judith Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\neyes towards her. To the latter there was both\\nsadness and confirmation in that speaking flush of\\nshy delight at Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s approach; to Anne it came\\nas a revelation, a sharp and unexpected fact, one\\nthat could not be fully grasped in this the first\\nmoment of its birth.\\nHerrick was full of news about the young man\\ndown at the keeper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cottage. He had greeted Mrs.\\nLorrimer, Anne, and Mrs. Tempest with his usual\\ngraceful courtesy. There was a shade of affection\\nin his manner to his kinswoman.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "76\\nA MOTHERLY CREATURE.\\nHe will be on his legs again to-morrow; to-day\\nhe is as weak as a rat,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, as he was questioned\\neagerly by Mrs. Lorrimer and Hetta. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe have\\nfound out that he comes from Tarporley; he is\\nstaying with the Beresfords.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnne corrected him.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot as a guest,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI got all sorts of\\ninformation about this Mr. Dennison from my maid\\nthis morning. Servants\u00e2\u0080\u0099 information is generally\\nreliable,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she added, with her faint smile.\\nShe was leaning back easily in her chair, watching\\nWill Herrick with an inscrutable expression in her\\neyes. She had met him as unconcernedly as he\\nhad met her, and had replied to all his enquiries\\nafter her health with just the same amount of cour\u00c2\u00ac\\nteous make-believe of feeling as he displayed. She\\nwas, in fact, an amazement to Herrick, and, in the\\nsense of being so absolutely at her ease, a discomfort\\nalso.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you really believe servants\u00e2\u0080\u0099 chatter?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he\\nasked her, looking across at her with the sunny ex\u00c2\u00ac\\npression which lit up his face, and made him so ir\u00c2\u00ac\\nresistible.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIn a case like this, yes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Anne answered. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\nnaturally, too, was interested in knowing all there\\nwas to know about a man who had tried to do me\\nsuch a service. It appears he is a steward, or a\\nsecretary, or a tutor at the Beresfords\u00e2\u0080\u0094I really", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "A MOTHERLY CREATURE.\\n77\\ncould not determine which\u00e2\u0080\u0094anyhow, he is not a\\nguest, or a friend of the house.\\nHerrick accepted the second cup of coffee Hetta\\nproffered, with his heart apparently in his eyes. It\\nirritated Mrs. Tempest beyond measure to see how\\nmuch stronger his flirtatious inclination was this\\nmorning.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, he is an uncommonly good-looking chap,\\nwhatever he is; and a grateful one, too. I am com\u00c2\u00ac\\nmissioned to thank you all most warmly for your\\ninterest and concern in him,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Herrick said, and\\nthen he put on his most captivating air, and ap\u00c2\u00ac\\nproached Mrs. Lorrimer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI believe you must have\\nbegun to think I was going to stay here forever, but\\neven I have some sense of limit. I have enjoyed\\nmyself so very much, Mrs. Lorrimer, and am so\\ngrieved to leave you, but\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Lorrimer only grasped the meaning of the\\nlast few words.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! you\u00e2\u0080\u0099re never going to leave us now, Sir\\nWilliam!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, in dismay. \u00e2\u0080\u009cSurely you ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\ngoin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 now, when my Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s just come home?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSir William did not smile, it was Anne who did\\nthis.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy mother considers me a loadstone of at\u00c2\u00ac\\ntraction, you see,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, lightly; then before any\u00c2\u00ac\\none could speak, she rose, walked round to her\\nmother, and just touched her on the shoulder.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "78\\nA MOTHERLY CREATURE.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSir William may rob us of himself, but at least\\nwe hope, do we not, mother? that he will not rob us\\nof Mrs. Tempest just yet awhile!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nPoor Mrs. Lorrimer looked hopelessly from one\\nto another; fine phrases were as so much Greek to\\nher. She recognized that Anne intended her to say\\nsomething nice, however, so she rose to the occa\u00c2\u00ac\\nsion in her best manner.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMrs. Tempest knows she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s \u00e2\u0080\u0099earty welcome to\\nstay as long as she likes, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you ma\u00e2\u0080\u0099am?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nsaid warmly, and Mrs. Tempest responded as warm\u00c2\u00ac\\nly to this most sincere though homely expression.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI must, however, unfortunately go to town with\\nWill. There is any amount of business he must do,\\nand he will not do it unless I am there to see after\\nhim. We will come back very soon, dear Mrs.\\nLorrimer.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe departure was arranged forthwith. Anne\\nwas full of hints and suggestions as to trains, etc.\\nShe was absolutely the mistress of the house in this\\nmoment, for her mother could do nothing but look\\nhopelessly disappointed (and this sudden departure\\nof her guests was a disappointment to her), and\\nHetta had somehow managed to slip away. Both\\nAnne and Herrick had seen her go, and in a very\\nlittle while Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dark eyes saw that Herrick had\\nthe full intention of following the girl and speaking\\nto her. A red-hot flame of color dyed Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "A MOTHERLY CREATURE.\\n79\\ncheeks for an instant, and a suffocating sensation\\nrushed from her heart to her throat. She hated\\nhim as she had never known she could hate till this\\nmoment. It was his absolute indifference to her,\\nhis absolute disregard of her feelings; his defiance,\\nas it were, to her enmity, that roused this hatred\\nnow. She saw in this flirtation with Hetta some\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing more than a flirtation. She felt convinced\\nnow that Herrick would not meet her with half\u00c2\u00ac\\nmeasures, and that even at a cost to himself he\\nwould be prepared to carry out a certain plan of\\naction, if by doing so he could impress her with the\\nfact that he, figuratively, snapped his fingers at her\\nand at the past.\\nIt was a horrible moment for Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0094a moment\\nin which mortification covered up and killed for\u00c2\u00ac\\never the few remaining germs of a love that once\\nhad been so beautiful, so unselfish, so complete.\\nMrs. Tempest noticed that she grew very pale as\\nthey went into the hall to give their final directions.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI think it is perhaps a kindness to you, Miss\\nFoster, that Will and I should take ourselves off\\nto-day/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she said, in her kindliest way, \u00e2\u0080\u009cfor you\\nseem to me to have overrated your strength. I\\nam sure you would have been wiser to have stayed\\nin bed for some hours at least.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnne murmured something pretty, but in truth\\nshe felt she should be glad when Herrick was gone.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "80\\nA MOTHERLY CREATURE.\\nShe had lived through these last five years only\\nfor the moment when they should come face to\\nface; she had followed each step of his career, had\\nmade herself acquainted with his position, had seen\\nand realized that this position gave him, in a sense,\\ninto her power, and yet, now that this meeting had\\ncome, she had only tasted a new bitterness; she had\\nonly been repulsed a second time; she had a double\\nfailure to lock away in her heart. For this was the\\nworst sting of all, the knowledge that Herrick\\nknew he could defy her, knew that she would sacri\u00c2\u00ac\\nfice anything to preserve her old story a secret now\\nand always. The soul of her father was in Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nshe yearned to climb higher and higher the social\\nladder; the joy of her money was the power it could\\ngive her to buy herself some lofty and abiding place\\nin society.\\nTo be Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife had been Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dream from\\nthe first moment she had learned of her wealth; and\\nfor this she had carried forward her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mar\u00c2\u00ac\\nriage, for this she had spent hundreds on having\\nherself educated, for this she had already refused\\nmore than one excellent husband; and with such a\\nfortune at her back, she had determined, when the\\nmoment came, this ambition would be easily accom\u00c2\u00ac\\nplished. Her meeting with Herrick had been well\\nthought out. She had known of his acquaintance\\nwith her stepfather long before he appeared at", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "A MOTHERLY CREATURE.\\n81\\nTurret Teignton, and she had purposely absented\\nherself from her home till he had been there some\\ntime.\\nShe had calculated upon taking him at a disad\u00c2\u00ac\\nvantage, and this she certainly had done. She had\\ncalculated upon alarming him by her suggestion of\\ncarrying the truth to Colonel Lorrimer, and through\\nhim to Judith Tempest, whose good opinion it was\\nso necessary for Herrick to hold, and this also\\nshe had done for a moment, but she had not cal\u00c2\u00ac\\nculated upon Herrick s quick realization of the pov\u00c2\u00ac\\nerty of her attack, nor had she calculated upon find\u00c2\u00ac\\ning in Hetta a rival who was the most dangerous\\nshe could possibly have had.\\nHetta had no money, but Herrick, with his future\\ninheritance from Judith Tempest SO sure, could\\nafford now to dispense with money if he so chose,\\nand Anne did not blind herself to the fact that when\\na man of William Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s calibre and social posi\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion contemplates marriage, he prefers a wife of his\\nown rank, one for whom no excuses would be nec\u00c2\u00ac\\nessary either on her parents\u00e2\u0080\u0099 or her own account.\\nSuch a girl was Hetta, and as Anne hurriedly\\nreckoned up her stepsister\u00e2\u0080\u0099s chances of success, and\\nthe position in general, she felt she must have a little\\ntime to herself in which to ponder over all that had\\nhappened, and prepare herself for what lay in the\\nimmediate future.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VI.\\nLOVE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FOOLISH YOUNG DREAM.\\nAnne was not destined to have even this small\\nsatisfaction. The future was precipitated into the\\npresent before she had barely realized the danger\\nthat menaced her determined desire. It was Hetta\\nwho gave her the news. Hetta transformed into a\\nnew creature. Anne had gone up to Mrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nroom to offer her assistance, and was passing down\\nthe stairs intent on arranging everything comfort\u00c2\u00ac\\nably for the departure when she came upon Hetta.\\nThe girl was standing in the corridor outside her\\nfather\u00e2\u0080\u0099s room, her eyes were marvellously beautiful;\\nthere was not much color in her cheeks, but yet\\nthere seemed to be a glow of happiness over the\\nyoung face. She was evidently excited to the verge\\nof nervousness.\\nAs Anne approached her, so tall and queen-like\\nin her straight, clinging velvet gown (Anne always\\naffected velvet for the house), Hetta turned to her\\nwith a little cry, and running forward, she nestled\\nup to her stepsister.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0094Anne,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, in a whisper.\\n82", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "LOVE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FOOLISH YOUNG DREAM.\\n83\\nA curious chill sensation came over Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart.\\nShe drew herself back from Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s embrace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is it? What is the matter?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked\\ncoldly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIs your father ill?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe words seemed to cast a cloud over the radi\u00c2\u00ac\\nance of Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes for a moment.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDaddy told me he was quite well this morning\\nbetter than he had been for ever SO long,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nanswered eagerly, and wistfully, too. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI am afraid I\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094I was not thinking about daddy just now,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta\\nsaid frankly, and she blushed deeply as she spoke.\\nThe heart of Anne Foster contracted sharply. In\\nthose few words, she read all; she knew she was\\nconquered. Before she could speak, Hetta had\\ncome back to her, and had kissed her.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! Anne,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, simply; \u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! Anne, I\\nam so very, very happy!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dark eyes looked into hers. It cost her a\\ntremendous effort to open her lips at all, but con\u00c2\u00ac\\nquered as she was, and with such inconceivable\\ncruelty and bitterness, she was strong enough to\\nscatter her weakness.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSuppose you tell me all you have to tell,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nsaid, and her tone was the one Hetta was most ac\u00c2\u00ac\\ncustomed to hear from her; it was decisive, and not\\ntoo sympathetic.\\nHetta blushed again.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "84\\nLOVE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FOOLISH YOUNG DREAM.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is so wonderful\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0094I cannot believe it yet.\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0094he loves me! He came and told me so just\\nnow; and then he said he must speak to father,\\nand\u00e2\u0080\u0094and he is there now. I\u00e2\u0080\u0094I am waiting\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\\nfeel half afraid. Do you think father will be angry,\\nAnne? I\u00e2\u0080\u0094I mean\u00e2\u0080\u0094oh, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t really know what I\\ndo mean, I feel so bewildered. I never, never\\ndreamed he could care for me, he is so handsome,\\nand so clever.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd in girlish fashion, Hetta poured out all the\\nwarm, joyous flood of her heart. Anne and she had\\nmoved unconsciously down the corridor till they\\ncame to the top of the stairs. Hetta paused there;\\nshe wanted to go back and meet her lover as he left\\nher father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s room, but she kept Anne standing\\nawhile, as she talked on.\\nShe was so young, so innocent, so simple in her\\nhappiness, there was something pathetic about her;\\nbut Anne saw no pathos, she only saw before her\\none of whom she had been jealous, definitely and\\nindefinitely, ever since they had come together, and\\nwho now had rqbbed her of all she most desired.\\nHetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s social superiority had hurt Anne from the\\nfirst; the fact that Hetta was the granddaughter of\\nan Earl had been a perpetual thorn in her flesh; she\\nhad envied Hetta so many things, her innocent\\nyouth, her luxurious childhood, her beauty, and that", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "LOVE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FOOLISH YOUNG DREAM.\\n85\\nnameless attraction which no money nor education\\ncould give.\\nHetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s parentage was just the parentage that\\nAnne would have sacrificed half her wealth to pos\u00c2\u00ac\\nsess. She had felt her heart harden against Colonel\\nLorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s little girl before even she and Hetta had\\nmet. It was the jealous hardness that Anne felt\\nfor all girls who possessed that which she had never,\\nand could never possess.\\nHad I been reared as she was reared, Will Her\u00c2\u00ac\\nrick would never have dared to have broken my\\nheart, and left me with a laugh and an insult on his\\nlips.\u00e2\u0080\u009d This had been Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s first bitter thought\\nwhen she and her mother had come to Turret\\nTeignton four years before, and had been intro\u00c2\u00ac\\nduced to the slender slip of a girl who, despite her\\nfew years (Hetta was only fourteen) ruled her\\nfather\u00e2\u0080\u0099s house.\\nAnd this bitterness rested and deepened in Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nheart as the time went by. Child as she was, Hetta\\nwas her superior in everything\u00e2\u0080\u0094in education, in\\nappearance, in birth, in manner, in social position,\\nin all save money, and Anne found it difficult to for\u00c2\u00ac\\ngive this superiority.\\nIn the days before the tailor\u00e2\u0080\u0099s daughter had\\ndrifted into the path of William Herrick, there had\\nbeen no girl more generous, more just and kind-\\nhearted than Anne Foss, but sorrow and humiliation", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "86\\nLOVE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FOOLISH YOUNG DREAM.\\nhad seared the kindliness from Anne Foster\u00e2\u0080\u0099s na\u00c2\u00ac\\nture; .where she had been generous, she became\\nselfish; where just, prejudiced, and even cruel, and\\nabove all, she had become resentfully jealous and\\nembittered.\\nHad such a trial as now fell upon her, come to her\\nin those old days, Anne would not have hesitated to\\nhave spoken the truth and have stood between this\\ninnocent girl and a life that could not be anything\\nbut misery, when the glamor had been swept away\\nand Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s true self revealed in all its harsh\\nlines. But Anne had now no thought of what was\\njust, no remembrance of what was right; she had no\\npity for Hetta and her simple joy, her absolute\\nfaith. She saw only her own defeat\u00e2\u0080\u0094a defeat made\\ndoubly bitter, doubly horrible because it came to\\nher through Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hands; and in this moment the\\njealousy that had always played an active part in\\nher thoughts where Hetta was concerned, turned\\ninto absolute hatred. It was with difficulty she\\ncould control herself sufficiently to pass away from\\nHetta now and say nothing oi the hot anguish, the\\nfierce mortification that filled her breast. But the\\nhabit of self-repression was strong with Anne, and\\nthis power came to her aid now.\\nShe left Hetta waiting tremblingly and blushingly\\nfor Herrick to come forth from his interview with\\nher father, and she went about her household tasks", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "LOVE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FOOLISH YOUNG DREAM.\\n87\\nwith the same cold, haughty air that made her\\nfeared, admired, and disliked by all who served.\\nMrs. Tempest had arranged to leave for London\\nby an afternoon train. The whole morning, there\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore, was to be disposed of, and Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart fal\u00c2\u00ac\\ntered as she counted the hours she must suffer be\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore Herrick would go-; moreover, there was always\\nthe fear that he would not go at all now, under the\\nchanged circumstances.\\nFrom her window she had caught sight of Her\u00c2\u00ac\\nrick and Hetta walking briskly away together to\u00c2\u00ac\\nwards the ice; no- need for Anne to question now.\\nThe whole of Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pretty person seemed envel\u00c2\u00ac\\noped in joyo-usness. It was scarcely likely that\\nColonel Lorrimer would have found anything to ob\u00c2\u00ac\\nject to in such a marriage for his girl. Indeed he\\nmust have been suddenly comforted and overjoyed\\nat the thought that his darling\u00e2\u0080\u0099s future would be so\\nwell cared for, so- secured before death closed his\\neyes. Anne laughed bitterly to herself as she saw\\nthem disappear from the avenue of trees.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098They will be married immediately,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said to\\nherself. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is to come between them? This is\\nthe very marriage for him and for her, too. A\\ncharming arrangement! The best thing that could\\nhappen! How clearly I hear everyone saying this!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe winced and turned away from- her window\\nsharply. For a moment she was not strong; she had", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "88\\nLOVE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FOOLISH YOUNG DREAM.\\nto lean for support against a chair. It seemed so\\nstrange to her to have to say \u00e2\u0080\u009cfarewell\u00e2\u0080\u009d to all her\\nplans, all her hopes.\\nWhen time had passed and Herrick had not mar\u00c2\u00ac\\nried, she had said to herself, with a sort of exultant\\nfierceness,, that some power had decreed that he\\nshould be free for her, that as he had taken her\\nyouth so his later years should be given to her as\\na sort of recompense. The idea, strange as it was,\\nhad grown into a sort of fact with her. There was\\nan element of gipsy blood in her veins, and with\\nthis element all those touches of wayward fancy, of\\nprophecy, of hot passionate unrestraint in her emo\u00c2\u00ac\\ntions that belong to the wandering people whose\\ndistant kinswoman she was.\\nWhen her weakness had passed, Anne dressed\\nherself and prepared to go out. As she came down\\nthe stairs she found Colonel Lorrimer and Mrs.\\nTempest sitting in the hall talking earnestly to\u00c2\u00ac\\ngether. Anne caught the delight on the man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face,\\nand a disturbed, not to say sorrowful expression,\\non the woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s. She paused to ask after her step\u00c2\u00ac\\nfather\u00e2\u0080\u0099s health, who in his turn was full of solici\u00c2\u00ac\\ntude about her.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are going down to inquire for this Mr.\\nDennison, Anne?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he queried. \u00e2\u0080\u009cPlease convey to\\nhim my grateful thanks for coming to your rescue.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "LOVE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FOOLISH YOUNG DREAM.\\n89\\nI should like to see him here,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the Colonel added,\\nhalf wistfully, half nervously.\\nAnne smiled.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI was about to invite him,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said. She\\nsmiled at Mrs. Tempest. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you feel equal to the\\nwalk?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJudith Tempest smiled back faintly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe are busy discussing a great matter. Have\\nyou seen Hetta? Do you know the news?\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs.\\nTempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice hurried a little as she asked this.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have seen Hetta, and I know the news,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Anne\\nsaid, evenly. Then she nodded her head to Colonel\\nLorrimer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI congratulate you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, without\\na trace of warmth in her voice; \u00e2\u0080\u009cit is a most desir\u00c2\u00ac\\nable arrangement. I think Sir William Herrick\\nmust have every qualification for making an excel\u00c2\u00ac\\nlent husband.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe passed out into the frosty sunshine as she\\nspoke.\\nColonel Lorrimer looked after her with a slight\\nfrown.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI wish I could understand Anne,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, with\\na sigh. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHer manner always mystifies me!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is a manner that is cultivated, not natural,\\nthat is why, my dear friend,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Judith Tempest an\u00c2\u00ac\\nswered.\\nShe gave little attention to Anne in this moment.\\nThe news of Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s unexpected proposal, and the", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "90\\nLOVE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FOOLISH YOUNG DREAM.\\nswiftness with which all had been arranged, had\\nleft her bewildered. In this, the first moment of\\nsurprise, Judith hardly knew what her feelings were\\nabout the matter. She had been startled beyond\\nmeasure, and though in a sense it could not but\\nplease her that Sir William should settle down, and\\nespecially have made a choice of so charming a girl\\nas Hetta, yet there was an element of mystery, of\\nhaste, about this engagement which displeased and\\nhurt her. She half feared that her few words of the\\nafternoon before, might have occasioned this unex\u00c2\u00ac\\npected action on Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s part, and she feared\\nwholly, that whatever motive Will might have had\\nfor asking Hetta to be his wife, that motive did not\\nspring from pure, strong love. Colonel Lorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nunfeigned delight in his child\u00e2\u0080\u0099s happiness was at\\nonce a solace and an additional hurt to Mrs. Tem\u00c2\u00ac\\npest.\\nShe could not but rejoice at her old friend\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\npleasure, but that vague misgiving as to Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nstability, that curious doubt of him that would force\\nitself into her tenderest thoughts, came too prom\u00c2\u00ac\\ninently into her mind now to let her join heartily in\\nwith Henry Lorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s satisfaction. She desired\\nand yet shirked a private chat with Sir William. He\\nhad met her eye in his usual frank manner when he\\nhad announced his engagement, but, true woman as", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "LOVE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FOOLISH YOUNG DREAM.\\n01\\nshe was, Judith had scented a subtle change in him,\\na kind of new manner which disturbed her more\\nthan she was fully aware of at first. Her welcome\\nto Hetta had been sincere, she had clasped the girl\\nin her arms with the tender passion of a mother.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGod send you all happiness, little Hetta,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nhad whispered, and there had been something in\u00c2\u00ac\\ndescribably touching in the way she had put the\\ngirl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s small hand into Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s.\\nHe was not blind to the tears in her eyes, nor to\\nthe meaning of her emotion, but he carried the\\nmatter off in his usual manner.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCome and skate, little deserter,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he had said to\\nHetta, with his sunniest smile. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou have to make\\nup for the time lost last night. We will have a\\nlong morning together before I leave you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJudith Tempest had watched them gO as Anne\\nhad watched them, but with what different feelings!\\nThen she had sought and found Colonel Lorrimer,\\nand while they discussed the future, the newly be\u00c2\u00ac\\ntrothed had made their way to the lake, and hand\\nin hand had flown round the surface of the ice\\nlike a couple of joyous birds.\\nAnne, walking slowly to the keeper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cottage,\\ncaught glimpses of them through the leafless trees.\\nShe was too numbed and weak from the combined\\nefforts of her accident the night before, and her", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "92\\nLOVE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FOOLISH YOUNG DREAM.\\nbitter excitement of the morning, to be her usual\\nstrong self, and once, as she paused in her walk,\\nand stood lonely and deserted in the clear, cold,\\nwinter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s day, a sob broke from her throat. She\\nhated where once she had loved, yet she had loved\\nso greatly that tears came to her readily as she\\ndwelt upon the wanton way in which her love had\\nbeen played with, and the cruelty with which she\\nhad been cast on one side.\\nBut as the sound of Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s laughter floated to\\nher ears, she started as if she had been stung, and\\nwith a sort of fury against herself she brushed her\\ntears away, and walked hurriedly on.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLaughter to-day, tears and anguish to-morrow,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe said to herself, with a laugh that was miserable\\nenough. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWill supplies the happiness to-day. Will\\nhe be strong enough to keep trouble always at a\\ndistance? He has taught me my lesson surely\\nenough, but has he counted the cost, I wonder?\\nDoes he venture to think that there will never be a\\nreckoning with me? Poor fool! If he only stops\\nto think, he must see that as things are now, I am\\nthreefold more dangerous. Women with pasts are\\nalways bores, so he told me last night. Well, I\\nhave my past, and I mean to be something more\\nthan a bore. I believe, with my heart and soul,\\nthere will come my day, when he will confess this", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "LOVE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FOOLISH YOUNG DREAM.\\n93\\nto me himself. Meanwhile he has Hetta for a bur\u00c2\u00ac\\nden and his freedom is gone. Poor Will! I could\\nalmost find it in my heart to pity you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe keeper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cottage was just before her now,\\nand the keeper himself came to meet her.\\nAnne roused herself from her bitter thoughts, to\\nplay the role she loved best\u00e2\u0080\u0094the role of Lady\\nBountiful, of a great personage, of one whose right\\nit was to command.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTell Mr. Dennison it is our desire he should\\ncome up to Turret Teignton, as soon as he is able,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe said to the man, in her grandest way.\\nHer voice was clear and loud; it penetrated to\\nthe small front room of the cottage, where Gavin\\nDennison was lying with closed eyes. He opened\\nthese same eyes as the keeper came in.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI heard your message,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, smiling very\\nfaintly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt was Miss Lorrimer who spoke?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe keeper shook his head, with a touch of scorn\\nin his expression.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Hetta? Bless your heart, no, sir. Miss\\nHetta never speaks like that. That was Miss Foster,\\nMiss Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s stepsister. Quite a different person\\nin her estimation, and in mine.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou love this little Miss Hetta?\u00e2\u0080\u009d Dennison\\nasked, after a slight pause. He had her before his\\neyes as he asked the question\u00e2\u0080\u0094a lovely, graceful", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "94\\nLOVE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FOOLISH YOUNG DREAM.\\nyoung creature with sweet eyes and laughing lips.\\nHe had not known till this moment how wonderfully\\nHetta had visioned herself on his memory. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe\\nlooks a happy child/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he said, thoughtfully, half\\nto himself, and then something strange came into\\nhis eyes, as the keeper gave him Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wonderful\\nnews, for the love story had spread throughout the\\nestate in a very short time.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSo that is her fate,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he mused, half dreamily to\\nhimself. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI had imagined her to be quite a child,\\nand now she is promised in marriage. I feel sorry\\nto say farewell to my little dream maiden. I have\\ngrown to know her somehow so well in these winter\\ndays. I daresay she would be amazed if she could\\nbe told how well I have known her. I feel almost\\nglad now we have never spoken. She has been one\\nof my many dream companions, and after all, it is\\nour dreams that make our real life. Without such\\nsimple happiness, where should I have been, and\\nhow should I have progressed so far?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHis eyes were closed, and he breathed heavily.\\nThe keeper seeing this, stole away.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sleeping,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he whispered to his wife.\\nBut sleep, and the peace of sleep, was something\\nthat came but rarely to still the monotonous sorrow\\nof Gavin Dennison\u00e2\u0080\u0099s thoughts.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VII.\\nGAVIN DENNISON, TUTOR.\\nAnne Foster\u00e2\u0080\u0099s definition of Gavin Dennison\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nsocial position had been found correct; her maid\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ngossip had been founded on fact. Mr. Dennison\\nwas emphatically not a guest at Tarporley, the\\nneighboring estate to Turret Teignton; he filled the\\ndual post of tutor and secretary in the house of the\\nBeresfords; people whose wealth was greater even\\nthan that possessed by Anne and her mother, and\\nwho counted themselves the highest in the partic\u00c2\u00ac\\nular county in which they lived. It was a favorite\\ntrick of Anne Foster\u00e2\u0080\u0099s to sneer at the Beresford\\nfamily.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy do you let that woman ride roughshod\\nover you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she had asked once of Hetta, in her im\u00c2\u00ac\\nperious way.\\nHetta had laughed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDoes she ride roughshod? I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know it,\\nAnne.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnne had frowned.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI know far more of the Beresfords than they\\nimagine!\u00e2\u0080\u009d had been her answer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course, I am\\n95", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "96\\nGAVIN DENNISON, TUTOR.\\nperfectly well aware Mrs. Beresford can give herself\\nas many airs as she likes where I am concerned,\\nbut you are a different matter. Were I the grand\u00c2\u00ac\\ndaughter of Lord Norchester, I would crush all\\nwomen of this class!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta had only laughed. These moods of Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nwere never quite comprehensible.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think I am very proud of my grand\u00c2\u00ac\\nfather Norchester,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she had answered simply\\nenough; \u00e2\u0080\u009che is a very selfish and horrid old man,\\nwho cares for nothing or no one but himself; and\\nbesides, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want to crush anybody\u00e2\u0080\u0094why should\\nI?\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta had asked in her straightforward manner.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course, I know Mrs. Beresford is rather pom\u00c2\u00ac\\npous, but she has a kind heart, I am sure, and does\\nany amount of good, Anne.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nTo such an argument as this Anne had noanswer.\\nHetta always irritated her by her complete indif\u00c2\u00ac\\nference to matters of this kind. If Anne did not\\nknow the girl to be absolutely sincere, she would\\nhave dismissed Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s remarks about her Norches\u00c2\u00ac\\nter relations as a pose; but there was no* possibility\\nof accusing Hetta of this, just as there was no pos\u00c2\u00ac\\nsibility of letting her understand why she, Anne,\\nhad such reason for disliking the rich woman who\\nreigned at Tarporley. There was too much kinship\\nbetween the nature of herself and this neighbor ever", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "GAVIN DENNISON, TUTOR.\\n97\\nto encourage Anne to press a friendship with the\\nBeresfords.\\nShe never went to- Tarporley, though Hetta had\\nalways been welcome there, and gradually her in\u00c2\u00ac\\nfluence worked to bring about a separation between\\nher home circle and this other. Hetta, in fact, had\\nnever been to pay a visit to Tarporley since Den\u00c2\u00ac\\nnison had been established there, yet he knew her\\nwell. She had flashed across his eyes almost the\\nfirst time he had found himself with a free hour,\\nand had spent that hour in wandering about the\\nneighborhood; and after that, whenever he had one\\nof his rare holidays, and was allowed a brief while\\nfor rest and communion with his thoughts, he had\\nfrequently had his walk brightened and charmed\\nby a glimpse of this lovely girl, either walking\\nsurrounded by dogs, or seated in her little governess\\ncart, driving through the muddy lanes with a gaiety\\nthat was infectious.\\nIn time, in fact, he grew to look for her with a\\nthrill of pleasure and interest that came at no- other\\ntime; and if he did not see her, it seemed to him\\nas if the walk had been monotonous and sad.\\nFrom his pupil, a wild harum-scarum boy, he\\nheard all there was to hear about Hetta, her father,\\nand her home surrounding, and somehow a touch of\\npity mingled in with his thoughts of this beautiful\\ngirl, when he remembered all the bitter things that", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "98\\nGAVIN DENNISON, TUTOR.\\nwere said about Anne Foster and her influence.\\nHe discounted a great deal of what he heard, still\\nenough remained to cast a cloud over the brightness\\nof that young life. It was from the father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face,\\nrather than from the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s, that Dennison drew\\nconclusions that the introduction of the Foster ele\u00c2\u00ac\\nment at Turret Teignton had its disadvantages.\\nFrom where he sat in church, Dennison had a full\\nview of the Lorrimer party, and truth to say, he\\nspent most of the sermon hour in studying Colonel\\nLorrimer, his daughter, and his stepdaughter. It\\nwas impossible for any man to deny Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s claim\\nto admiration. Gavin Dennison was not slow to\\ngive this tribute of admiration to her dark pictur\u00c2\u00ac\\nesque beauty, but she jarred on him nevertheless,\\nand he saw in her every movement that suggestion\\nof assumed superiority which made her so disliked\\nat Tarporley.\\nHetta, in contrast to her stepsister, had at times\\na pale, subdued look. In church especially she\\nseemed to lose her fresh, bright youth, but what\\nshe lost in gaiety, she gained in sweetness. Gavin\\nknew every change and depth of color in her lovely\\neyes. It rested him to look at her; he liked her\\nbetter in her thoughtful mood, than even in her\\nhappy, sunshiny likeness, that vision of gladsome\\nyouth that could make the lanes brilliant as with\\ncolor as she raced past him.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "GAVIN DENNISON, TUTOR.\\n99\\nHe was, by nature, a dreamer of dreams, and he\\nhad, unconsciously, begun weaving out dreams for\\nthis girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s future, as he had sat leaning back in\\nthe Beresford pew, his arms folded over his breast,\\nhis tired, handsome eyes half closed as in sleep.\\nThe Sunday before his accident, a new subject\\nhad appeared to take some place in these dreams.\\nEveryone in the little village church had their eyes\\ndrawn to Mrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tall, aristocratic form and\\nstill charming face, and all the hearts of the young\\nwomen had been stirred into a flutter by the ap\u00c2\u00ac\\npearance of Sir William Herrick, so smart in his\\nfur-lined coat and knot of violets in his button\u00c2\u00ac\\nhole.\\nHerrick had walked into church behind Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nslender little figure, perfectly well aware that every\\nwoman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eye in the building was upon him, and\\nwas expressive of approval. He looked his hand\u00c2\u00ac\\nsomest on this occasion, and the tutor from Tar-\\nporley was one of the first to recognize this man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nwonderful beauty (for beauty was the proper word\\nto apply to such a physique, such a delightful ap\u00c2\u00ac\\npearance as that possessed by Herrick). He found\\nhimself looking at this young man critically,\\nthoughtfully. There could scarcely have been a\\nday\u00e2\u0080\u0099s difference between them in the matter of age,\\nyet what a mighty difference sorrow, want, and the\\nL.ofC.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "100\\nGAVIN DENNISON, TUTOR.\\nbitterest mental pain, had built up between Gavin\\nDennison and all such men as William Herrick!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI feel as if I were his grandfather/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Dennison\\nhad said to himself grimly. He had watched Her\u00c2\u00ac\\nrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s delicate play of eyes upon Hetta, and a little\\npang had come. Somehow this had not been the\\ncompanion his dreams had visioned for his dainty\\nspirit of the lanes, yet the next instant he had felt\\nthe foolishness of this pang. Where in all the world\\ncould a fitter mate be found for that lovely little\\nperson, with the eyes of a dove and the smile of an\\nangel, than this same young man?\\nIn the week that had followed, Dennison had had\\nample opportunity of noting how charmingly these\\ntwo were mated, outwardly, at least. His pupil had\\ncast learning to the winds, and had lived on the\\nlake at Turret Teignton. When his mother would\\nhave remonstrated, the young individual had simply\\nstolen out of the house in secret, and Dennison,\\nbeing despatched to find him, always knew exactly\\nwhere to look for the truant.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPray try and keep Master Robert at home to\u00c2\u00ac\\nmorrow, Mr. Dennison,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs. Beresford said to\\nher son\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tutor on each and every one of these oc\u00c2\u00ac\\ncasions.\\nAnd Beryl Beresford, the youngest daughter of\\nthe house, had always rushed to the rescue.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSo long as the ice lasts, Bob will play truant,", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "GAVIN DENNISON, TUTOR.\\n101\\nmother,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she had said. \u00e2\u0080\u009cSkating and Hetta Lor-\\nrimer together are too much for him.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nFor Master Bob adored Hetta.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe only girl in the world worth talking to,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe declared to his tutor, as he perched himself on\\nthe rough bed in the keeper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cottage the day fol\u00c2\u00ac\\nlowing the accident, and listened with glistening\\neyes to a full account of all that had occurred.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI knew something jolly would happen just when\\nI was not about,\u00e2\u0080\u009d had been his first greeting to the\\ninvalid as he had dashed in. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBy jingo! some\\nchaps do have luck, and no mistake. Now I might\\nhave been on the ice a month and never have gone\\nthrough once. Was it a queer sensation, Mr. Den\u00c2\u00ac\\nnison? Do you think I should have liked it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMr. Dennison had smiled faintly. Happily Bob\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nvisit had not taken place till the afternoon, when his\\nstrength was a little restored, but he was, neverthe\u00c2\u00ac\\nless, far from being equal to much excitement,\\nthough the boy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s breezy good-nature and sincere\\naffection was welcome enough.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think you would have liked it much,\\nBob,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he answered, in his quiet, low voice.\\nBob, perched up on the end of the wooden bed,\\nlooked solemn awhile.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI met Hetta Lorrimer as I was coming here;\\nshe told me you were very nearly drowned. It\\nwasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t as bad as that, was it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "102\\nGAVIN DENNISON, TUTOR.\\nMr. Dennison made no answer; he only smiled\\nhis faint, sad smile.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy goodness, wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t there have been a howl\\nup at home, if it had been me who had gone in in\u00c2\u00ac\\nstead of you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the boy remarked next, quite heed\u00c2\u00ac\\nless and, indeed, unconscious that his frank words\\ncould carry a hurt to his listener.\\nGavin Dennison shut his eyes, and a little shiver\\npassed through him.\\nThe old miserable cry of the futility of hope, of\\nstruggling life, rose up hotly in his heart with a\\nsuffocating pain. He turned on his pillow with a\\nlittle moan. Bob looked at him in startled fashion.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI say, is your head bad? Look here. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got\\nsomething for you. Hetta told me I was to bring\\nthem to you. There\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a bottle of stuff you smell,\\nyou know what I mean.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Bob was diving indus\u00c2\u00ac\\ntriously in -his pockets while he talked. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd\\nsome eau-de-Cologne, and a flask of brandy. Hetta\\nwas going to leave them for you herself, but when\\nshe found I was coming here, she asked me to\\nbring them. I think,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Master Robert added, med\u00c2\u00ac\\nitatively, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI think she wanted to go off somewhere\\nby herself and have a cry. I saw her eyes full of\\ntears and all red. They\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve just told me she is going\\nto marry that long-legged chap, Herrick, who was\\ndown here this week. I call it beastly of Hetta to", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "GAVIN DENNISON, TUTOR.\\n103\\ngo and marry anybody, she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s such a jolly girl; and\\nnow the moment she gets engaged, she begins to\\ncry. Girls are a rummy lot, I must say,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the young\\nphilosopher observed at the end.\\nDennison took the little bottle of salts, a dainty\\nthing mounted in silver; he seemed tO feel it had\\ncome from the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s own table, that it was some\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing she had used constantly. His heart was\\ndeeply touched by her remembrance of him, and\\nhe had a little pang of sorrow as he heard of her\\ntears. Tears should have been far, far away from\\nher for many a year. He lay with his hand clasped\\nabout the little silver bottle, while Bob put the\\nother things on the table and chatted on in -his brisk\\nway.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s young man has gone up to town to-day\\nwith that tall Mrs. Tempest. My eye, isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t she tall\\njust! I suppose that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s why Hetta is crying.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Bob\\ndid not trouble to sort out his sentences; he left\\nthis to the skill and imagination of his listeners.\\nHe got tired of talking after -awhile, and rushed\\naway to have his afternoon of skating.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMother wants to know when you are coming\\nback,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he cried, as he went, and when Dennison\\nmurmured \u00e2\u0080\u009cto-morrow,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the boy had put on a wise\\nexpression: \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be jolly fit for anything to\u00c2\u00ac\\nmorrow, won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, and then, seeing", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "104 GAVIN DENNISON, TUTOR.\\nthat his tutor s eyes were closed, once again he\\nstole away.\\nOn the morrow, white and weak, and ill as he\\nwas, Gavin Dennison went back to his duties. \u00e2\u0080\u009cII\\nfaut vivre,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said to himself, as he dressed with\\nthe utmost difficulty. \u00e2\u0080\u009cEven though I have nothing\\nto live for, I have life in me, and I must think of\\nthe future. If I lose this place, there is nothing\\nbut the old road of starvation, and misery, and\\nhopeless striving to face, and Mrs. Beresford is not\\none to be defrauded of an hour of my service.\\nThe keeper, a kindly creature, would have urged\\nanother day in bed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou ain t fit to move, and that s the truth, sir,\\nhe said bluntly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is wonderful what we can do when we are\\nobliged to do it, Dennison answered the man.\\nA cart was waiting for him, and aided by the\\nkeeper, Dennison got in slowly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI forgot to tell you, sir, that Sir William Her\u00c2\u00ac\\nrick, him as is going to marry our little Miss Hetta,\\nleft this card for you, sir, when he come yesterday\\nmorning.\\nDennison took the card; on it Herrick had pen\u00c2\u00ac\\nciled a few words.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAm always to be found at this address; look me\\nup when you are in town.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "GAVIN DENNISON, TUTOR.\\n105\\nThe face of the man flushed a little. It was a\\nlong time since even so simple a courtesy as this\\nhad been paid him. He slipped the card in his\\ninner pocket. In all probability Herrick and he\\nwould never meet again, still, he would keep the\\ncard as a souvenir of one who had saved his life.\\nAs he was being driven slowly away from the\\nprecincts of Turret Teignton, the cart was brought\\nto a standstill at one point, and Colonel Lorrimer,\\nwith Hetta, approached him.\\nDennison tried to rise from his seat, but the\\nColonel prevented this.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are leaving us, Mr. Dennison?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, in\\nhis charming way. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIs this wise? Are you quite\\nfit? My daughter and I were on our way to see you\\nto ask you to come and be our guest for a few days.\\nHetta, I think you must try some persuasion with\\nMr. Dennison.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta blushed though she had given very little\\nattention, and certainly no thought to Dennison,\\noften as she had seen him of late; there was some\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing in the eyes of the man that touched her inex\u00c2\u00ac\\npressibly, and brought the color to her cheeks.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPlease come and stay with us till you are quite\\nbetter,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said simply, shyly.\\nDennison\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face had borrowed some of her color.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098Tthank you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he answered her, hurriedly, his", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "106\\nGAVIN DENNISON, TUTOR.\\nmanner no whit less courteous or charming than\\nher father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is impossible, Miss Lorrimer. I\\nmust return to my duties. I am really quite better;\\nto-morrow I shall have forgotten all about my ac\u00c2\u00ac\\ncident. I\u00e2\u0080\u0094I am very grateful to you; believe me, I\\ncannot thank you as I should.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf it is duty, we must say nothing more,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Col\u00c2\u00ac\\nonel Lorrimer observed, gently. He stretched out\\nhis hand. \u00e2\u0080\u009cNevertheless our invitation holds good\\nfor all time, Mr. Dennison. We shall look to see\\nyou at Turret Teignton very shortly.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s little hand went out to him also, and their\\nfingers were clasped for an instant. He did not hear\\nthe words she said, for his brain was in a whirl; but\\nher smile remained with him to haunt him and to\\ngive a sense of renewed life to his heart as he drove\\nonward through the lanes to Tarporley.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VIII.\\nTHE) LAUNCHING OF A NF)W CRAFT.\\nThe weeks that slipped away between the event\u00c2\u00ac\\nful day of her engagement and her marriage, were\\nperhaps the very happiest that Hetta Lorrimer had\\never known even in a childhood that had been ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nceptionally happy; assuredly they were weeks of\\nsuch delight as were never destined to come into\\nher life again. Years later, Hetta, the woman,\\ntasted the sweetness of a happiness only reached by\\npassing through the gray valley of desolation and\\nsorrow; but the gladsomeness, the delicious thrill\\nthat ran through her girlhood\u00e2\u0080\u0099s joy, was something\\nshe could never, never touch again.\\nShe expanded into a blossom of great beauty in\\nthese weeks, most of which were spent apart from\\nher lover, and in which life, to ordinary eyes, would\\nhave seemed to run just as it had run in other times.\\nIf the girl had been questioned, she would have\\nbeen forced to confess that she was almost as happy\\nwhen Herrick was not near, as on the days when he\\ncame to spend twenty-four hours at Turret Teign-\\nton. The hours she spent alone dwelling on the\\n107", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "108 THE LAUNCHING OF A NEW CRAFT.\\nunexpected change that had come into her life, and\\nof the future that stretched immediately ahead, were\\nmore sweet to her than she could tell even to her\u00c2\u00ac\\nself. Th\u00c2\u00ae. engagement, sudden as it was, seemed\\ndestined to run very smoothly. Nothing could have\\nexceeded Mrs. Lorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s kindness and generosity.\\nShe took the matter of Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s trousseau into her\\nown hands, at least so far as the expense was con\u00c2\u00ac\\ncerned; for choice of all the dainty garments she\\nfell back upon Mrs. Tempest.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m not quite sure what\u00e2\u0080\u0099s right and what\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nwrong in these things for a young lady like our\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099Etta. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be much obliged to you, ma\u00e2\u0080\u0099am, if you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll\\njust give the orders for all as is necessary, and mind\\nshe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s not to want for no single thing,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the good\\nwoman said, eagerly. Colonel Lorrimer, he\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll give\\nsome jewels what belonged to \u00e2\u0080\u0099Etta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mother. There\\nain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t many left, but there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a few, and they\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll do up\\nnicely, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m told.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest, who found her way frequently to\\nTurret Teignton, promised all the help in her pow\u00c2\u00ac\\ner. She did everything there was to do for Hetta\\nwith a heart that was full of love for the girl. It\\nseemed to her extraordinary that she could have\\nmisjudged Hetta so much in the beginning. Each\\nday revealed more surely what a wealth of sweet\u00c2\u00ac\\nness, of sympathy, of tenderness was hidden in the", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "THE LAUNCHING OF A NEW CRAFT.\\n109\\nfresh young heart of Hetta. It was a heart capable\\nof the greatest sacrifices, and alas! of the greatest\\nsuffering, and Judith Tempest could not shut away\\nfrom her the conviction that both these qualities\\nwould be tested to their utmost in the marriage with\\nHerrick.\\nThough the engagement was a \u00e2\u0080\u009cfait accompli/\\nthough Hetta s trousseau was set in hand, and wed\u00c2\u00ac\\nding presents began to make their appearance, Mrs.\\nTempest could not comprehend how or why it was\\nthat Herrick had chosen a wife so suddenly, and\\nmore particularly why he had chosen Hetta for that\\nwife.\\nThey had had many a chat on his problematical\\nwife in the past, and Hetta was just the exact op\u00c2\u00ac\\nposite of all that he had declared he most desired.\\nFirst and foremost he had insisted always that when\\nhe married (a vague and far distant event, appar\u00c2\u00ac\\nently,) he should marry a woman, not a girl.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI want a woman of sense, and tact, and some\\nknowledge of the world, not a simple, foolish young\\ncreature who will never be able to walk across the\\nroad without holding on to my hand. Girls are very\\nnice to flirt with, not to marry, he had been wont\\nto say in that bright, good-humored manner of his.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, no, I shall never marry a girl, Aunt Judith.\\nAnd now behold him about to marry a girl who", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "110 THE LAUNCHING OF A NEW CRAFT.\\nwas more girlish than most, who in her unworldli\u00c2\u00ac\\nness, her innocence, her youth, was a mere child,\\njust the very last creature in the world to suit his\\nideas of a wife!\\nJudith Tempest had, in fact, tried to postpone the\\nmarriage for a year, but in this sensible plan she\\nwas foiled by Herrick himself and by Colonel Lor-\\nrimer, whose premature age and weakness seemed\\nto have slipped from him a little since the knowl\u00c2\u00ac\\nedge that his child\u00e2\u0080\u0099s future was settled had come to\\nhim. Neither men were inclined for a long en\u00c2\u00ac\\ngagement.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou have been preaching domesticity at me for\\nages. Now, I am going to please you at last,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Her\u00c2\u00ac\\nrick answered her, gaily, when she had half sug\u00c2\u00ac\\ngested the following year for the marriage.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo not let there be a delay,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Colonel Lorrimer\\npleaded, wistfully. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHeaven knows if I shall be\\nalive next year, dear friend; and I want to die\\nknowing my bimbo is safe.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThis last argument was the strongest for the\\nwoman to combat; moreover, it came to her by de\u00c2\u00ac\\ngrees that as she was so decidedly in the minority\\nin what she urged, that it would be better to cease\\nher counsel.\\nShe had half expected support from Mrs. Lor\u00c2\u00ac\\nrimer, and from Anne, in the matter of prolonging\\nthe engagement, but both disappointed her.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE LAUNCHING OF A NEW CRAFT.\\nIll\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI married my poor John when I were younger\\nnor \u00e2\u0080\u0099Etta; it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a good thing for folk to start their\\nlife together when they\u00e2\u0080\u0099re young, then they grow\\nto know one another\u00e2\u0080\u0099s faults,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the older woman\\nsaid, in her homely fashion.\\nAnne had seemed to ponder the question, sitting\\nbending forward to look into the fire, her long fin\u00c2\u00ac\\ngers playing restlessly with a necklace of strange\\ncolored stones she wore round her neck.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou think a long engagement a wise thing?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe queried, when Judith Tempest had said to her\\nwhat was uppermost in her mind.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cUnder ordinary circumstances, no,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs. Tem\u00c2\u00ac\\npest had answered hurriedly; \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut Hetta is so\\nyoung.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe is nearly nineteen,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Anne said, her voice\\ncold, though her lips had that faint, peculiar smile\\nupon them. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI think I am of my mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s opinion,\\ndo you know, Mrs. Tempest. People should begin\\ntheir married life together when they are young.\\nHetta has been treated all this time as a child, but\\nshe is, in reality, a young woman, and no doubt in a\\nvery little while she will fall into a right position.\\nShe will have such a helpful, sympathetic compan\u00c2\u00ac\\nion in Sir William, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think you need fear for\\nher future.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest flushed a little at these words.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "112 THE LAUNCHING OF A NEW CRAFT.\\nThey were said very simply, with a touch of more\\nwarmth and kindliness than was noticeable, as a\\nrule, in Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice, yet they hurt the listener. It\\nwas the doubt that lurked in her own heart that sug\u00c2\u00ac\\ngested that pain, not a doubt of Anne. In fact, it\\nwould never have entered into Mrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mind\\nto doubt Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sincerity in this matter. A vague\\nidea had flashed across her in the very beginning\\nthat Miss Foster might perchance feel some jealousy\\nthat her stepsister should marry before her, and\\nmarry so well, but this feeling had not lingered, and\\nsave on this occasion, when she directly approached\\nAnne on the subject, Mrs. Tempest could not re\u00c2\u00ac\\nmember any incident that showed Miss Foster to\\nregard the marriage in any other light than that of\\nbeing satisfactory. Anne did not take much marked\\ninterest in the trousseau buying; she treated the\\nmatter with that air of indifference, of cultivated\\nhauteur, which always brought a faint smile to\\nJudith Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lip. She interfered in no way\\nwith her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s generosity to Hetta, but she did\\nnot, seemingly, intend to follow her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nample.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI shall give you something pretty to wear,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nsaid to Hetta, when they were alone once. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAre\\nyou superstitious? Do you object to opals?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta shook her head, with a laugh.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "THE LAUNCHING OF A NEW CRAFT.\\n113\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t believe in luck, or ill-luck. I would go\\nto sea on a Friday, sit down thirteen to dinner, and\\nI always go under a ladder when there is a ladder\\nhandy to go under, as Bobbie Beresford would tes\u00c2\u00ac\\ntify, I am sure.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnne looked at her a little curiously. She her\u00c2\u00ac\\nself was a mass of small superstitions. They were\\nas much a part of herself as her pride, her hot, jeal\u00c2\u00ac\\nous nature, her strong will. If she had not had\\nthis superstition threaded in with her every thought,\\nshe would not have been placed as she was to-day;\\nif she had not built so- blindly on the working of\\nfate to bring her even with Herrick, to give her the\\nposition of his wife, she would have been spared the\\ndeep mortification, the bitter, impotent anger of\\nthis moment. To hear Hetta declare so lightly and\\nso truthfully that she held no creed in those things\\nwhich Anne believed in so entirely, was to add an\u00c2\u00ac\\nother touch to- the sullen jealousy and hatred that\\nlay like a canker in the heart of the elder girl.\\nStrange to say, Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s feeling towards Hetta as\\nHerrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s future wife was absolutely bare of that\\npersonal jealousy which one slighted woman very\\nnaturally may feel for a favored rival. She was\\njealous of Hetta for all the social sensation that\\nwould follow on her marriage, but where\\nHerrick was concerned Anne had no other", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "114 THE LAUNCHING OF A NEW CRAFT.\\nfeeling than a semi-contemptuous pity for\\nHetta. She might and would have felt\\nquite differently if the thought that Herrick\\nhad grown even temporarily infatuated with\\nher stepsister had come to her, but knowing, as she\\ndid, that the marriage had been brought about by\\nthe man in a moment of savage intention to show\\nher how puny he held her to be, and how little he\\ncared for her or any threat she might utter, Anne\\ncould not permit herself to regard Hetta in this\\nconnection without some contempt and some pity,\\ntoo. The flame of her love for Herrick was now\\nutterly extinguished. If he imagined to punish her\\nthrough her love, he failed entirely. Punished Anne\\nwas, most assuredly, but Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s vanity would\\nhave tasted some of her mortification could he harve\\nknown how low was the place he held in the heart of\\nthis woman who once had adored him, who had\\ngiven him such a faithful, unquestioning love. This\\nwas something he was destined to learn in the fu\u00c2\u00ac\\nture, but for the moment it was a hidden knowl\u00c2\u00ac\\nedge.\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s demeanor during the engagement was,\\nnevertheless, not exactly a pleasant experience for\\nHerrick. If she had indulged in some violent out\u00c2\u00ac\\nburst, if she had lost her head for an instant, he\\nwould have felt he knew better how to deal with", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "THE LAUNCHING OF A NEW CRAFT. 115\\nher. But Anne gave no sign of being passionate,\\nresentful, or anything but languidly indifferent.\\nSir William came to Turret Teignton as seldom\\nas was possible. He had, of course, imagined that\\nAnne would follow his example, and go away imme\u00c2\u00ac\\ndiately she heard of his engagement, but Anne had\\nevidently not the slightest intention of going away.\\nShe was always in her place when he rushed down\\nto spend a few hours with his fiancee, and exceed\u00c2\u00ac\\ningly annoying her presence was to Herrick.\\nShe made him uncomfortable because he did not\\nknow what her next move might be. The Anne\\nof old would never have comported herself as did\\nthis tall, picturesque woman, who spoke so little,\\nand seemed to regard the whole world with an in\u00c2\u00ac\\ndifference which was almost exasperating.\\nThat she assumed this indifference so well under\\nthe existing circumstances made it in no degree\\nbetter for Herrick to understand. Besides, he ob\u00c2\u00ac\\njected to being made to adopt, even by an inference,\\nthe attitude of a man who had been first a brute, and\\nafterwards a fool; for if Anne had met him first in\\nthe spirit in which she now met him, there would\\nhave been no violent scene, and certainly there\\nwould have been no engagement with Hetta.\\nIt is a matter that goes without saying that Wil\u00c2\u00ac\\nliam Herrick regretted his forthcoming marriage.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "116 THE LAUNCHING OF A NEW CRAFT.\\nHe abhorred all ties and fetters, and had he been\\ntrue to his nature, he would have remained a bach\u00c2\u00ac\\nelor all his life. He had a decided admiration for\\nHetta; he found her a charming little thing, and\\nher deep, pure love for him was pleasant. Until\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s absolute indifference had commenced tO\\nchafe him, he had also had the satisfaction of feel\u00c2\u00ac\\ning that in Hetta he had found the one source for\\nreally punishing her stepsister, and the cruelty that\\nlurked beneath his perpetual good-humor had de\u00c2\u00ac\\nmanded that Anne should be punished; and though\\nthis satisfaction lingered to a certain extent, it grad\u00c2\u00ac\\nually grew less as the days and weeks went by.\\nMaking business an excuse, Sir William paid as\\nfew visits as possible to Turret Teignton. He con\u00c2\u00ac\\nfided his real excuse to Mrs. Tempest. He told her\\nhe could not endure meeting Anne Foster.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI shall not allow Hetta to have this girl about\\nus when we are married,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said on one occasion,\\nand Judith was surprised to note how irritably he\\nspoke.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI cannot quite follow you in your objection to\\nMiss Foster,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she answered him, in her gentle way.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course, I know she is slightly pretentious, but\\nsomehow she touches me a little. She has the look\\nin those big dark eyes of hers as though she had\\nknown an infinity of suffering. She is curious, cer-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THE LAUNCHING OF A NEW CRAFT. 117\\ntainly,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs. Tempest had added, thoughtfully; she\\nfound herself frequently pondering over Anne; \u00e2\u0080\u009cyet\\nshe attracts me, Will. I wonder, with her beauty,\\nfor she is beautiful, you know, and her money, she\\nhas not married before this!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, she aims high,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Herrick said, with a sneer.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNothing less than a duke, I suppose, for the suc\u00c2\u00ac\\ncessful tailor\u00e2\u0080\u0099s daughter. Well, you may admire her\\nas much as you like; I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t follow your example,\\nand I shall speak quite frankly to Hetta about the\\nmatter.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen the day of the wedding drew nearer, a\\nsort of idea came into Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mind to have a\\nquiet interview with Anne, and to thus gauge the\\nworkings of her mind.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSeems to me as if she were saving herself up\\nfor some tremendous explosion. This calm is all\\nbunkum she must break down sooner or later. I\\nhope to heaven she is not promising herself the\\ndelight of a scene in the church, or something\\ntheatrical of that sort.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nTo this thought Anne gave a very direct answer.\\nTwo days before the wedding she had her boxes\\npacked, and announced her departure.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI hope you won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mind,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said to Hetta, when\\nshe gave the news. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe fact is, Lady Macgregor,\\nwith whom I was staying in Paris the other day, has", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "118 THE LAUNCHING OF A NEW CRAFT.\\nwritten asking me to go with her to Monte Carlo.\\nShe starts immediately, so as I want to travel with\\nher, I have to leave to-day. Your wedding is so\\nexceedingly quiet that one person more or less will\\nnot matter.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta was both hurt and disappointed, and said\\nso in her frank way.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am sure Will will be very sorry, too,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nadded, with her ready blush at the mention of her\\nlover\u00e2\u0080\u0099s name.\\nAnne only smiled, and passed on her way. Her\\ndeparture caused her mother much perturbation,\\nand annoyed Colonel Lorrimer in a slight degree.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnne is always so odd, she never can do things\\nlike other people,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, irritably, to Mrs. Tem\u00c2\u00ac\\npest, who had fallen naturally enough, by reason\\nof beautiful ready sympathy, into the post of gen\u00c2\u00ac\\neral confidente to the household.\\nMrs. Tempest herself had been surprised by\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s move.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI was thinking of asking you to come and spend\\na week or so with me in town, Miss Foster,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nsaid, with her pretty courtesy, when Anne went to\\nbid her farewell. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI shall feel a little dull after all\\nthis excitement, with Will away, and I should have\\nbeen charmed to have had your companionship.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pale face flushed. Such an invitation was", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "THE LAUNCHING OF A NEW CRAFT. 119\\nvery pleasing to her, not only because she knew it\\nwould be displeasing to Herrick, but because Mrs.\\nTempest belonged to a social circle within which\\nshe had not as yet made a single step.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf you will carry the invitation on for a week\\nor so, I shall be delighted to accept it. I do not\\nknow whether I am an amusing companion,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Anne\\nhad said, with her faint smile; \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut if you will for\u00c2\u00ac\\ngive all my faults, perhaps we shall be happy to\u00c2\u00ac\\ngether.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAfter this she had gone into the carriage, and had\\nbeen driven away before Herrick had arrived from\\ntown with a few smart people who had expressed\\na desire to be at his wedding.\\nHetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s marriage was to be simplicity itself. Her\\nbridesmaids were only three in number, two culled\\nfrom her relations, and one from the Beresford girls.\\nMaster Robert was much annoyed at the fact that\\nno part was assigned him in the ceremony.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI call it downright mean of Hetta, when we\\nhave been such chums. Why, she and me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d gram\u00c2\u00ac\\nmar was an unknown quality with Bob, \u00e2\u0080\u009chave been\\nhaving no end of good times together, as you\\nknow, even since she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s been engaged, and now she\\ngoes and gets married without me. Beastly, I call\\nit!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou should have been a girl, then you could", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "120 THE LAUNCHING OF A NEW CRAFT.\\nhave been a bridesmaid,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Dennison said in answer\\nto this tirade. He had recovered the effects of his\\nimmersion in the water, and was equal to any\\namount of physical exertion now; nevertheless he\\nhad a worn, tired look in his face, and his whole\\nmanner was one of great mental oppression. Not\\neven his pupil\u00e2\u0080\u0099s energetic presence seemed to rouse\\nhim, and Bob could not understand what was the\\nmatter with his tutor. On the day of Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mar\u00c2\u00ac\\nriage, Master Robert was granted a whole holiday.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know you are invited, too; so you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll come\\nwith me, won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you, Mr. Dennison?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, as he\\ndashed into his tutor\u00e2\u0080\u0099s room, glorious in a white\\nstarched waistcoat and a flower in his buttonhole.\\nGavin Dennison shook his head with a smile.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWeddings and I are very far apart, Bob,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he\\nanswered. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou will have to tell me all about it.\\nI am going off for a long tramp\u00e2\u0080\u0094take care of your\u00c2\u00ac\\nself, and don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t eat too much cake, my boy.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBob looked indignant for an instant, and then\\nhe had flashed away. His mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice was call\u00c2\u00ac\\ning; the carriage was at the door; his sister, in her\\nbridesmaid\u00e2\u0080\u0099s finery, was impatient to be gone\\nDennison watched the carriage roll down the\\navenue with eyes that were full of thought\u00e2\u0080\u0094of\\ndeep, troubled thought. He sat reading through\\nsome correspondence for over an hour, then he took", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "THE LAUNCHING OF A NEW CRAFT. 121\\nhis cap and stick and went out into the spring\u00c2\u00ac\\ndecked lanes. The air of this March day was mild\\nand gracious; the heavy frost had been followed by\\nweather more customary in June than in winter,\\nand the hedgerows showed a feathering of green\\nthat matched the balmy kiss of the wind in fresh\u00c2\u00ac\\nness. Dennison lost a little of his constant oppres\u00c2\u00ac\\nsion as he walked along, and by and by, as he had\\ndrawn near, unconsciously, to Turret Teignton, the\\nsound of church bells rang out on the sunny air and\\nroused him to remembrance. It was the music\\nof Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s marriage bells he heard. Half reverently,\\nhe lifted his cap. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHeaven send her happiness,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe said to himself. How little did he guess in such\\na moment that the memory of this girl, that was so\\nsweet and yet so vague with him, was destined in\\nthe future to be the one great motive power of his\\nlife.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER IX.\\nHEARTS OF GOLD.\\nGavin Dennison had been engaged as tutor to\\nyoung Robert Beresford through the recommenda\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion of a certain clergyman, under whom he had\\nhimself studied, and not so many years before.\\nThe Rev. John Prinsep had been the nearest ap\u00c2\u00ac\\nproach to a parent the young man had known.\\nBack somewhere in the recesses of his memory,\\nthe lad Gavin could trace vague visionary figures\\nthat seemed to have belonged to some other life.\\nIt was a broader, grander, an altogether different\\nlife to the one he had led under the shabby, though\\nmost kindly roof of John Prinsep and his wife;\\nbut even if he had been inclined to question on this\\nvague past, which was a matter that never entered\\nhis childish brain, Gavin would have found it dif\u00c2\u00ac\\nficult to obtain information. Cheery Mrs. Prinsep\\nwas always so busy with domestic affairs, and her\\nhusband was always so occupied with his pupils\\n(for Gavin was one of a dozen youths who lodged\\nand studied at the Rectory), that to engage either of\\nthem in chatter was out of the question,\\n122", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "HEARTS OF GOLD.\\n123\\nAt first, as has just been stated, Gavin had been\\nso young, he had accepted everything concerning\\nhimself with a free heart and mind, but after awhile,\\nwhen his mental vision expanded, when he saw the\\nother boys rush off to their homes at holiday-times,\\nexcited and eager to be in the bosom of their re\u00c2\u00ac\\nspective families, Gavin began to see that there was\\nsomething wanting in his lot, something that made\\nhim a creature apart and different to all his young\\ncompanions. Questions, too, began to be put to\\nhim in that inquisitorial fashion dear to the school\u00c2\u00ac\\nboy heart.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWas he never going away for a holiday?\u00e2\u0080\u0099* \u00e2\u0080\u009cHad\\nhe no home?\u00e2\u0080\u009d \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhere was his father\u00e2\u0080\u0094his mother?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWas he an orphan?\u00e2\u0080\u009d In fact, what was he, and\\nwhat was his proper status in the world now, and in\\nthe future?\\nGavin, a studious, clever boy, turned all these\\nthings over quietly in his mind (he must have been\\nabout ten when the full knowledge that there was\\nsomething to learn about himself came to him), and\\nafter much pondering, without any satisfactory re\u00c2\u00ac\\nsult, he determined one fine day to take his trouble\\nto Mrs. Prinsep.\\nThe rector\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife was hard at work making apple\\npreserve in the red-bricked old kitchen, when the\\nboy came to her. He moved across to where she", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "124\\nHEARTS OF GOLD.\\nstood, a pretty, pathetic child\u00e2\u0080\u0099s figure, and when he\\nreached her, he looked up at her with his soulful\\neyes a moment in silence.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, my bairn, tired of playing alone? Pull up\\nyour chair and sit here with me awhile,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs.\\nPrinsep, who had had many a lad of her own, yet\\nwho could find love and tenderness to give to\\nothers; especially to this little creature who had\\ncome to her care when he had not even commenced\\nto know a mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s love.\\nGavin had pulled up a chair in his grave, quiet\\nway, and had seated himself on it as directed. He\\nhad kept silence a long time, and then the words\\nhad come:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMrs. Prinsep, will you tell me something? Have\\nI got a home? Have I got a mother and a father,\\nand any little brothers and sisters? The boys ask\\nme such a lot of questions,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the lad had added, half\\napologetically, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand it is so awkward when you\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know what to say.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Prinsep had rubbed an apple with the cloth\\nshe held till its red skin shone like a mirror. Gav\u00c2\u00ac\\nin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s words, unexpected as they were in one sense,\\nwere expected in another.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe will want to know everything, mark my\\nwords,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was what she had said to her husband\\nmany a time when they talked over the case of the\\nlittle creature who had endeared himself to them", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "Have I got a father and mother", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "HEARTS OF GOLD.\\n125\\nfrom the first. \u00e2\u0080\u009cGavin is just one of those thought\u00c2\u00ac\\nful boys, too, whom you can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t put off with a vague\\nanswer.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere must be no vague answers,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the rector\\nhad said in his mild way. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI shall never hasten the\\ntime for telling the boy the truth about himself,\\nbut when he asks, however early it may be, he must\\nbe answered according to the facts.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Prinsep had remembered these words very\\nclearly as she stood rubbing the apple, and looking\\ndown tenderly at the small, aristocratic, little form,\\nwith its big, wistful eyes, and pretty lips. She was\\nto tell him the truth, but it was a blunt, cruel truth\\nto tell. She hardly knew how she was going to tell\\nit, so she prevaricated a little.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAre you not content with us, Gavin lad?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nhad asked him, with a laugh. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you want a new\\nhome?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin had answered \u00e2\u0080\u009cNo\u00e2\u0080\u009d in his quaint fashion.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am very happy here,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he had said, thougntfully;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009conly I see now that as I am not your own little\\nboy, I must have come from somewhere. Do yon\\nmind telling me whose little boy I am?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Prinsep\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes had had a mist of tears over\\nthem as she looked at him. She was thinking of a\\ncold, hard-faced man who had stood for a brief\\nwhile under her roof about eight years before, and\\nhad handed over to her the clinging infant who", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "126\\nHEARTS OF GOLD.\\nhad been brought to the Rectory by a middle-aged\\nwoman, who had the same grim, forbidding air as\\nher master.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAll has been arranged with your husband,\u00e2\u0080\u009d this\\nhard, cold man had said to Mrs. Prinsep. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe\\nboy will remain with you; he will be provided for\\nuntil he is old enough to earn his own living. He\\nshall be called by his two first Christian names.\\nWhen he comes to an age to question and to know,\\ntell him the truth; tell him he belongs to no one,\\nthat his mother died dishonored, that father he has\\nnone. Advise him strongly not to try to get nearer\\nto his story than this. Possibly he will learn more;\\nhe will know that for a brief time he was al\u00c2\u00ac\\nlowed to bear my name. Impress upon him the\\nfolly of trying to make capital out of this. I am a\\nhard man, and nothing can move me from my deter\u00c2\u00ac\\nmination to consider him an outcast. I leave him\\nto-day, and of my own free will I will never look on\\nhis face again.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThese words, the look of cold pride and yet un\u00c2\u00ac\\nutterable anguish, mingled with which they had\\nbeen spoken, had come back to Mrs. Prinsep\u00e2\u0080\u0099s re\u00c2\u00ac\\nmembrance most sharply on the day little Gavin\\nhad come to her and had asked so simply, so gently,\\nso pathetically, \u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you mind telling me whose\\nlittle boy I am?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "HEARTS OF GOLD.\\n127\\nShe had brushed the tears from her eyes with an\\neffort and had rolled the shining- apple across the\\ntable to him.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy, you are just our own little Gavin, boy, the\\npet of the house,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she had exclaimed; then she had\\nkissed him fondly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are not going to bother\\nyour small head over tiresome things, are you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe had asked briskly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know you are just as\\ndear and good a little boy, because you happen to\\nbe without a father or a mother, as any little boy\\nneed be, and the rector and I love you as dearly as\\nwe love our big Reginald, or our little Eric. Come,\\ngive me a kiss, love, and run away and play again.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin had given the kiss and had run away, but\\nhe had not played as he had been wont to do. A\\nstrange influence had come to him. Children\u00e2\u0080\u0099s per\u00c2\u00ac\\nception is far more keen in these things than is\\ngenerally imagined. Gavin, too, was a thoughtful,\\nsensible, advanced child for his age, and he had felt\\nrather than seen that there was something Mrs.\\nPrinsep had wanted to hide from him. He lived\\nafter that for many a day with a kind of void in his\\nlife, that neither study, nor intercourse with the\\nother boys, nor even the joys of football, cricket\\nand all outdoor sport in which he joined heartily,\\ncould fill. As his ten years expanded into sixteen,\\nseventeen, eighteen and nineteen, a wider scope for\\nthought was given to him. He was happily in com-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "128\\nHEARTS OF GOLD.\\nplete ignorance for a time that a certain small in\u00c2\u00ac\\ncome, which had been paid regularly to the rector,\\nhad come to an end when his seventeenth year had\\npassed. He was only grateful to his kind tutor for\\nthe confidence reposed in him, and the pride the\\nrector had in his talents. It was his own wish that\\nhe began at such an early age to give a practical\\nuse of these talents, and to turn them to some ac\u00c2\u00ac\\ncount. John Prinsep would have urged the young\\nfellow to a higher vocation than that of putting\\nideas into the brains of growing boys, but Gavin\\nalways hung back from all such suggestion. Am\u00c2\u00ac\\nbition seemed dead in him, though there were few\\nthings he could not have achieved, had he so deter\u00c2\u00ac\\nmined. He was nervously sensitive. As he grew\\nolder, he seemed to know all that his good friends\\nwould have kept from him; he was blighted by a\\nsense of vague shame, of wrong, of sorrow too deep\\nfor expression.\\nIt was not till he was about nineteen or twenty\\nthat he began to realize, too, the material goodness\\nof the man who had trained him. It came to him\\nwith a sort of shock one day, that if he were without\\nkin, he must be without resources also, and he shed\\nthe first tears of his manhood, when he had wrung\\nthe confession of this fact from the rector\u00e2\u0080\u0099s re\u00c2\u00ac\\nluctant lips.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "HEARTS OF GOLD.\\n129\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are our son, sharer with our other boys.\\nYou are as dear to us as our own children, 1 John\\nPrinsep had said eagerly, when Gavin had ques\u00c2\u00ac\\ntioned. \u00e2\u0080\u009cLook, too, how you have helped me of\\nlate. What should I have done without you,\\nGavin?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin had no words. He had wrung the man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nhand, and turned away. Once he had looked back\\nfor an instant.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOne word more, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he had said, his young\\nvoice strained and husky. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThis source that used\\nto be a means of support to me\u00e2\u0080\u0094is there never a\\nword now? Do you ever hear? Is any wish ex\u00c2\u00ac\\npressed concerning my future?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJohn Prinsep had looked at him sadly. He\\nwould have evaded this painful question, had not\\nthe truth been stronger in him than life itself.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere has been an unbroken silence for years,\\nGavin,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he had made answer.\\nGavin had still lingered.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou would rather tell me no more, sir?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he had\\nasked, after a little pause; then he had answered his\\nquestion himself. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBut I am sure you would rather\\nnot. Do I not know you and your good, kind\\nheart?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe had passed out into the garden, all gay with\\nsummer, after these words, and the rector had seen\\nhim go with an aching heart. He knew now he", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "130\\nHEARTS OE GOLD.\\nshould lose this \u00e2\u0080\u009cson.\u00e2\u0080\u009d He felt that Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s whole\\nspirit would rise and urge him into the world, and\\nbegin to carve out for himself a future.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe could live here all his life,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the rector had\\nsaid to himself, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut he will never willingly be a\\ndependent. Well, I must help him when he is ab\u00c2\u00ac\\nsent as when he is near.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHelp him John Prinsep did. He worked to ob\u00c2\u00ac\\ntain, and succeeded in obtaining, a post of travel\u00c2\u00ac\\ning tutor for Gavin with one of his ex-pupils. For\\ntwo\u00e2\u0080\u0099 years, therefore, Dennison had seen world,\\nhad passed from one far country to another. His\\nministrations to this pupil ended, another post was\\nfound for him by the family, and in this life of hard\\nmental work, Gavin had lived till his twenty years\\nhad grown close to thirty. His one, his only hap\u00c2\u00ac\\npiness in all these years, was the unbroken tie of\\ntender affection that held him to the good old\\npeople down in the old-fashioned Rectory home.\\nHe had been able to return good for good in some\\ndegree, for his had been the hand that had rescued\\nMrs. Prinsep\u00e2\u0080\u0099s youngest boy, Eric, from shame and\\ntrouble, and his hard earned] savings had been\\nspent lavishly in such an act.\\nLong, long before he found himself at Tarporley,\\ninstalled as tutor to Master Robert Beresford, and\\nsecretary to Master Robert\u00e2\u0080\u0099s father, Dennison had\\nlearned the full details of his own story. He knew", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "HEARTS OF GOLD.\\n131\\nhis father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s name, he knew the reason why he was\\nnot permitted to claim that father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s name, and the\\nbitterness of a death had passed through his soul\\nwhen he had realized that he had been made an out\u00c2\u00ac\\ncast by the one who should have cherished him the\\nmost.\\nHis secret work had been to trace out the history\\nof his parents\u00e2\u0080\u0099 lives. This was easy, for the name\\nhe was denied was that borne by one of the oldest\\nand proudest families in England. Whatever the\\ncause for his father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cruel wrong to him, and slan\u00c2\u00ac\\nder of his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s memory (for slander it was, the\\nheart of the man continued to cry aloud), there was\\nno open record of quarrel, or of scandal. Gavin\\nread of his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s death at an age when summer\\nhad scarcely touched her years; he had gone down\\nto her resting-place, and had stood by her grave, he\\nhad sought everywhere quietly to know all there\\nwas to know, and he had le arned naught but good\\nof her.\\nThe record she had left behind her was written in\\nthe snow of a chaste and charitable nature, and yet\\nhe, the child of this saintly woman; he, her only\\nchild, was turned adrift into the world a discarded\\nnameless thing, while his father walked proudly\\nthrough the world a man honored, distinguished;\\nand those who had had cause to know her well had\\nspoken of his dead mother in hushed tones, as", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "132\\nHEARTS OF GOLD.\\nthough they spoke of an angel. It was a mystery\\ntoo great to be solved by him alone. John Prinsep,\\nin telling, as he had been forced to tell, the bare\\nfacts of the story given to him by Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s father\\nthose many years before, had not failed to endeavor\\nto soften the sorrow by recalling one strong truth\\nto the young man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mind.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThough your father has chosen to cut you adrift\\nand deny you the rights of parentage, never forget,\\nGavin, that you are his lawful son. To-morrow, if\\nyou choose to do so, you could force him to recog\u00c2\u00ac\\nnize your claim; for no matter how cruel and bitter\\nhis anger may be, you are the child of his legal and\\nlawful marriage, and moreover, you are his heir.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin had smiled his faint, painful smile, and his\\nface had flushed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFrom me there will never be any claim. I am\\nwhat I am, dear, kind father and friend. I have no-\\ndesire to force any recognition from this man; if he\\ndies to-morrow, I shall stand on one side, and let\\nthe next of kin take the title and estates. I shall\\nremain an outcast from my proper place till my\\ndeath, unless, which is something that will never\\nhappen, this man, my father by nature and law, yet\\nso infinitely unnatural, should come to me and with\\nhis own lips lift away the brand he laid on my dead\\nmother and on my innocent self. Till that day", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "HEARTS OE GOLD.\\n133\\ncomes, I shall live as I have always lived, a worker,\\nunknown, unclaimed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe had carried away with him when he had gone\\nout into the world, all the letters (they were but\\nfew) that had passed between his father and John\\nPrinsep in those days of his babyhood, and often,\\nwhen he was supposed to be sleeping in the long\\nnight hours, Gavin was sitting reading through\\nthose old letters, trying to pierce beneath their con\u00c2\u00ac\\nventional phraseology and light upon something\\nthat would give him a clue to the truth. Fierce\\nand hard as was the young man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s bitter anger\\nagainst his father, there were moments when his\\nsensitive heart seemed to catch a wail of anguish\\nringing through the stiff, cold words of those old\\nletters; when a whisper came to him, whence or\\nhow he knew not, that the man he judged so\\nharshly, who carried such a bold front to the world,\\nhad lived all these years with a bleeding heart,\\nwith a sense of wrong too horrible to be laid bare\\nbefore his own eyes.\\nWould he ever know the truth? was the ques\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion that beat and throbbed with every pulsation of\\nhis heart. He had spoken proudly to John Prinsep,\\nand he had every intention of keeping firm to that\\nproud declaration of remaining an outcast till the\\nhand that had cast him adrift should, of its own\\nfree will, draw him back again; nevertheless, it", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "134\\nHEARTS OF GOIvD.\\nwould not have been human nature if Gavin had\\nnot yearned for some light to have been thrown on\\na problem that was so difficult and so sad. The\\nrecords of his parents\u00e2\u0080\u0099 lives had included a brief\\nrecord of his own. He had seen the announcement\\nof his birth, \u00e2\u0080\u009cGavin Dennison Archibald Montrose,\\nfirst child of the marriage between Paul Archibald,\\nEarl of Glastonbury, and his wife, Mary Philippa\\nSaxon, only daughter of Charles Saxon Leighton,\\nEsq., in the County of Middlesex,\u00e2\u0080\u009d in the red-\\nbacked guide to the Peerage, and after this an\u00c2\u00ac\\nnouncement had been printed one single word,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDisappeared,\u00e2\u0080\u009d with the date that matched the year\\nthat saw his mother placed in the grave and himself\\ngiven over to good Mrs. Prinsep\u00e2\u0080\u0099s care.\\nBy common rumor he found his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pre\u00c2\u00ac\\nmature death had been brought about by reason of\\nthis strange disappearance of her first born. So\\nacute had been her grief that she had been terribly\\nill, her second son had been born dead, and she,\\ndespite all care, had followed this dead child to the\\ngrave.\\nNow and again, in his rare holidays, Gavin had\\npaid visits to* his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s own home, had seen the\\nhouse where she had been born, and had heard the\\nstory of how rich the Leightons once had been, and\\nhow sadly they seemed to have faded from the land\\nwhere once they had reigned.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "HEARTS OF GOLD.\\n135\\nThe accounts given to- him in gossip at the vil\u00c2\u00ac\\nlage inn of his mother s girlhood, seemed to* Gavin\\nto have a strange resemblance to the girlhood of\\nHetta Lorrimer. There was the same story of a\\nfather s weakness and extravagance, the same finan\u00c2\u00ac\\ncial difficulties, the same early marriage.\\nIt had been counted a great thing Gavin dis\u00c2\u00ac\\ncovered, for \u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Mary\u00e2\u0080\u009d to become the wife of\\nLord Glastonbury. There had been a grand wed\u00c2\u00ac\\nding up at the Hall, and all the village had assem\u00c2\u00ac\\nbled to see the bride gO away. Then had followed\\nthose brief three years of married life, of mingling\\nin with the grand world, and then had come that\\ndeath, so sudden, so tragic, so terrible, and after\\nthat death, the Squire (Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s maternal grand\u00c2\u00ac\\nfather) had just faded away, and the happiness that\\nhad given life and prosperity to the old household\\nfaded too, and all was ruin once again.\\nGavin learned that his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s old home had\\nbeen purchased by Lord Glastonbury, but no effort\\nhad ever been made to let or sell the estate, or to\\nkeep it in profitable order. In this, almost as much\\nas in the bitter ban placed upon himself, Gavin saw\\nthe working of a spirit terrible in its anger and\\nvengeful passion, a man so injured by some wrong\\nthat he carried his revenge into action against inan\u00c2\u00ac\\nimate as well as living things.\\nWith such a weighty secret eating out his heart,", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "136\\nHEARTS OF GOLD.\\nwas it a wonder that Gavin Dennison went through\\nhis life with a shadow always on his brow, and a\\ndumb look of suffering in his eyes? But for his\\nwork, and the necessity that urged him to this work\\n(and the gradually diminishing income of the Prin-\\nseps with advancing years, was the greatest neces\u00c2\u00ac\\nsity and incentive to work Gavin had), the man must\\nhave broken down the barrier which his pride and\\nhis father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s intolerant cruelty had raised in his path.\\nThere were times indeed when the effort to go on\\nas he had determined was almost beyond him,\\nand such a day had come when he walked\\nthrough the spring-bedecked fields and heard Het-\\nta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s marriage bells floating on the breeze, but the\\nweakness was always conquered by degrees, and\\nGavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s natural goodness reasserted; and so it was\\non this day, when lifting his hat he reverently\\nprayed for a blessing on the future of the lovely\\ngirl who had become dear to him by reason of her\\nsweet nature, and by that strange association of\\nideas that bound her in likeness to his dead mother.\\nWhen at last he turned to retrace his steps to\\nTarporley, Gavin, though he did not know it, was\\nadvancing rapidly and strangely to a change in his\\nlife that was to lead him eventually to close ac\u00c2\u00ac\\nquaintance, not merely with the truth concerning\\nhimself and the past, but with the one and only per\u00c2\u00ac\\nson from whom he yearned to know that truth.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER X.\\nHETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FIRST GREAT SORROW.\\nThe newly-married couple only remained a short\\nwhile at Herrickbourne.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMust be in town for the season,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Sir William\\nsaid, in his cheery fashion.\\nHe had taken a tiny house in one of the smartest\\nstreets, and the decoration and arranging of this\\nhouse gave him intense pleasure.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWait till you see our town abode,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he always\\nsaid when Hetta expressed her admiration for the\\nquaint old manor house over which she presided\\nas mistress. It was neither so large nor so im\u00c2\u00ac\\nportant a house as Turret Teignton, but Hetta ac\u00c2\u00ac\\ntually liked it better. She had written this con\u00c2\u00ac\\nfession in her naive way to Judith Tempest.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOnly don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t tell my daddy what I say, for he may\\ncall me a traitress to find any place more beauti\u00c2\u00ac\\nful than my old home, and, of course, I do love\\ndear old Turret Teignton, only this is my own\\nhome, and that makes such a difference, doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJudith Tempest answered this letter, and replied\\nthat she quite understood Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s feelings.\\n137", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "138\\nHETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FIRST GREAT SORROW.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI remember,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she wrote, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI had just the same\\nfeeling about my first bungalow out in India. I\\nam so glad you like Herrickbourne. You must\\ntry and get Will to make this your headquarters, at\\nall events for a year or so. Town runs away with a\\nlot of money, and you know, though you ought to\\nbe a very comfortable couple, you have not money\\nenough to be called rich, at least so long as I am\\non earth. You are only a baby girl in my estima\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion, little Hetta, still you must begin to learn hard,\\npractical facts, and one of the hardest of these facts\\nis, I am afraid, that Will has no idea of the value\\nof money; so his little wife will have to keep her\\neyes wide open, and check all extravagances.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta accepted this advice eagerly. She wanted\\nsomething to do, something that was big and im\u00c2\u00ac\\nportant in her new, strange, beautiful life. She\\nwas very grateful to Mrs. Tempest for her kind\\nwords. Hetta wished she could have had this kind,\\ngracious woman close to her all through her life;\\na wish that grew keener as time advanced.\\nExtravagance or no, Sir William Herrick was\\nresolved on spending the season in town, and Hetta\\nwas, of course, eager to do all he wished. Mrs.\\nTempest had not exactly approved of the little\\nhouse in Mayfair.\\nA certain sum of money had been left by her hus-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "HETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FIRST GREAT SORROW.\\n139\\nband to be settled as a dowry on any woman Wil\u00c2\u00ac\\nliam Herrick might marry, and according to the\\nterms of the trust this money was available to be\\nspent on house property. Acting very promptly,\\nSir William had invested this sum of money in the\\npurchase and decoration of one of those box-like\\nresidences that are to be found scattered freely\\nabout the most expensive quarters of the West-\\nEnd.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy did you not buy something sensible\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nsomething high and airy; not a dingy little hole as\\nthis is!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Judith Tempest had exclaimed when she\\nhad gone with Herrick to inspect the purchase.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHetta will die for want of air in this cage, Will.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, she can always go back to Herrickbourne\\nif she finds it too stuffy,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Will answered, with his\\nimperturbable good humor. He himself was de\u00c2\u00ac\\nlighted with his house. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI hate living in a three-\\nacre barn; give me something cosy, Aunt Judie!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd dusty!\u00e2\u0080\u009d added Mrs. Tempest, curling up\\nher dainty lip as she was carried from one small\\napartment to another. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWill, I hope you have\\nrealized that you have sacrificed your only available\\ncapital in buying this house?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI sha\u00e2\u0080\u0099n\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want the capital, and I can always get\\nthree hundred a year for this little place.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAre there, then, so many fools in the world?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "140\\nHETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FIRST GREAT SORROW.\\nqueried Mrs. Tempest, with the most delicious hu\u00c2\u00ac\\nmor.\\nSir William only laughed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are jealous because you are condemned to\\nlive in the wilds of Eaton Square,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAt least I can swing a cat in my rooms, if I want\\nto,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was Mrs. Tempests retbrt to this.\\nSir William, however, saw nothing amiss. He\\nwas inclined to be very well satisfied, too, with his\\nexperiment of tfiarriage. Hetta was really a dear\\nlittle thing, and her value had gone up considerably\\nin his eyes, since some of his friends and one or\\ntwo of the society papers had commenced to- speak\\nof her as the new beauty. Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s departure to\\nMonte Carlo signified, of course, that she had\\nthrown down her arms, figuratively speaking, and\\nthat he had triumphed over her completely.\\nDespite the fact that this really left him prac\u00c2\u00ac\\ntically a free man again, Herrick had not com\u00c2\u00ac\\nmenced to condole with himself on having taken a\\nwife; indeed, he began to discover advantages at\u00c2\u00ac\\ntached to the state of being a Benedict. Now he\\ncould flirt as much as ever he liked, and there need\\nnever be any annoying circumstances attached to\\nthe flirtations as in the case of Anne Foss. He\\npromised himself no diminution in his usual pleas\u00c2\u00ac\\nures, and in this, Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s youth, worldly ignorance", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "HETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FIRST GREAT SORROW.\\n141\\nand unselfish acquiescence to all he said and did,\\nwould aid considerably. He thought on the whole,\\nwhen he stopped to reflect, that he had done very\\nwell. All the fuss the papers had made about this\\nwedding pleased his vanity exceedingly; and, being\\nbereft of all conscientious scruples, or any sort or\\ndegree of that spirit which is called honor, Sir Wil\u00c2\u00ac\\nliam started on his new life with every intention and\\nfacility for enjoying himself and for eventually\\nbreaking the heart of the child he had married in so\\nwanton a fashion.\\nIn due season Lady Herrick came to 1 London and\\nwas presented at Court, and then began a life for\\nHetta such as she had never dreamed of; a life of\\nperpetual excitement, dances, dinners, rides, drives,\\ntheatres, the opera; never was there one day in the\\nweek when this round of gaiety ceased. Hetta,\\nyoung, timid, bewildered and enchantingly fresh,\\nwas the very last person in the world to realize the\\npower her beauty wielded, not merely on the world\\nthat fluttered round her, but on the mean, selfish,\\nself-engrossed mind of the man she had married,\\nand whom she adored so much. Judith Tempest\\nviewed this rush and whirl of life in which Hetta\\nwas planted, with sad eyes. She knew too well that\\nthe girl would not be able to stand the strain for\\nvery long, and she knew much better that Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "142\\nHETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FIRST GREAT SORROW.\\ndevotion (which even she did not see cause to doubt\\nas yet) would fade considerably when his young\\nwife was forced to retire from her prominent social\\nposition. Indeed, every now and then she stormed\\ndown upon that little house in Mayfair, and carried\\nHetta away for at least twenty-four hours\u00e2\u0080\u0099 fresh\\nair, either at Turret Teignton or Herrickbourne.\\nHetta always went, because her husband desired\\nshe should do so (Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s thought was for the\\ngirl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s complexion rather than her health), but she\\nfretted the whole time she was away. She loved to\\nbe with her father, whose worn face took a tinge\\nof new life and strength whenever he saw his bimbo,\\nbut Hetta could not live now without the near pres\u00c2\u00ac\\nence of the handsome, sunny, happy-voiced man\\nwho was as a God of goodness in her eyes.\\nThe rest in the old home did her good, for she was\\ncertainly none too robust, and she liked to hear news\\nof all her old friends, but she was not happy till she\\nhad gone back to town and her husband. During\\nthese flying visits to Turret Teignton, Hetta learnt\\nthat her old sweetheart Bob had gone off to Eton,\\nand that his tutor, Mr. Dennison, had left Tarpor-\\nley.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI believe he has obtained a post as secretary to\\nSir George Cloudesley,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Colonel Lorrimer said on\\none occasion, naming an important political man.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "HETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FIRST GREAT SORROW.\\n143\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI saw him for a moment before he left. He came\\nhere to bid me farewell\u00e2\u0080\u0094a nice young fellow, and\\nfrom what I hear, bound to rise. You might be\\nable to show him some little kindness. I will give\\nyou his address. I am sure he would be touched if\\nyou remembered him,\u00e2\u0080\u009d and then the Colonel\\npinched the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cheek. \u00e2\u0080\u009cFancy my little bimbo\\nbeing such a grand and important person now; it\\nis like a dream,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, with a smile and a sigh.\\nHetta kissed away the sigh.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNow you are coming back to London with me,\\ndaddy,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said; \u00e2\u0080\u009cand then you can ask Mr. Den\u00c2\u00ac\\nnison to dinner yoiurself.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut Colonel Lorrimer shook his head.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBetter here, my baby,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, with the cheer\u00c2\u00ac\\nfulness he always showed to Hetta. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhen the\\nseason is over I shall come and spend a long holi\u00c2\u00ac\\nday with you at Herrickbourne. You will ask Mrs.\\nLorrimer, too, will you not, bimbo?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009c(Jf course; ho\\\\w could you think I would not?\\nI never forget her, and I always try to be as kind to\\nAnne as I can be. I offered you know, to present\\nher at the last Drawing-room,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta said thought\u00c2\u00ac\\nfully, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut she had already arranged to go with\\nAunt Judie, so I was not wanted. I am so glad\\nAnne and Aunt Judie get on so^ well together; it is\\na nice thing for Anne to have such a sweet friend.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "144\\nHETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S first great sorrow.\\nColonel Lorrimer assented; he had, nevertheless,\\nwatched the intimacy between Anne and Mrs. Tem\u00c2\u00ac\\npest with much surprise, but he had at once attrib\u00c2\u00ac\\nuted the real reason to Judith Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s goodness\\nof heart and to no other cause.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe would be good to a serpent, she can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t help\\nherself,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said tO himself in his thoughts.\\nHetta and her father parted, that last visit to\\nTurret Teignton, with many tender words and plans\\nfor the summer, but fate had written a different fu\u00c2\u00ac\\nture for their August days. The season had barely\\ncome to an end when Lady Herrick was summoned\\nhastily to her old home. She arrived too late to see\\nher father alive again. The blow was terrible, com\u00c2\u00ac\\ning especially at a time when nature demanded the\\nyoung creature should be shielded from all rough\\nwinds and sorrowful moments. In all her life Judith\\nTempest had never been called upon to support\\nmore mental trouble than followed after Colonel\\nLorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s death. Hetta was very ill\u00e2\u0080\u0094not an actual\\ninvalid, yet never away from the danger of becom\u00c2\u00ac\\ning one. She refused to leave Turret Teignton\\neven to accompany Sir William on a yachting cruise\\nwhich her doctors had not regarded aversely.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLet me stay here, dear,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she always pleaded to\\nJudith Tempest, and she did not plead in vain. It\\nwas Hetta who sent her husband away.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "HETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S FIRST GREAT SORROW.\\n145\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is so dull here for him,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said to Mrs. Tem\u00c2\u00ac\\npest; \u00e2\u0080\u009cand Will has been looking forward to this\\ntrip to Norway so much. Oh yes, I can manage\\nwithout him very well. I\u00e2\u0080\u0094I shall be better, per\u00c2\u00ac\\nhaps, when he comes home.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSo Herrick went. He was very glad to go.\\nHetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s grief annoyed him, chiefly because it had\\nchanged her for a time, and robbed her of her\\nbeauty. Of course he was sorry for old Lorrimer,\\nbut then any one not a fool could have seen that\\nhe was dying fast. That Hetta should have been\\none of those blind fools who imagined her father\\nwould live forever, was to be regretted; in the mean\u00c2\u00ac\\ntime it was an ill wind that blew no one any good.\\nHerrick was in for a long spell of yachting and\\nfreedom, two things he held exceedingly dear.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XI.\\nANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S NEW INCARNATION.\\nAnne Faster was not at Turret Teignton when\\nColonel Lorrimer died. She had been back very\\nrarely to the old house since the time of Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nmarriage. Immediately on her return from the\\nRiviera she had gone on her promised visit to Mrs.\\nTempest, and she had remained a guest in the big\\nold-fashioned house in Eaton Square (which Her\u00c2\u00ac\\nrick always abused so much), far longer than she\\nhad ever dreamed could or would have been pos\u00c2\u00ac\\nsible. Actuated in the first place by pure good na\u00c2\u00ac\\nture in asking Anne to her house, Judith Tempest\\nhad grown both attracted to and attached to her\\nguest. Most probably it had been Sir William\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nrather churlish words about Anne at the time of his\\nmarriage that had worked in her favor with his\\naunt, or again it might have been the element of\\nloneliness that seemed to surround the rich young\\nwoman that appealed to Judith Tempest. She did\\nnot stop to reason or to question. There was no\\nearthly cause why she should not be intimate with\\nMiss Foster if she liked, and when Anne therefore\\n146", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S NEW INCARNATION. 147\\nmade some suggestion of bringing her visit to a\\nclose at the end of a fortnight, Mrs. Tempest quietly\\nadded her suggestion, which was that Anne should\\nprolong it indefinitely.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098Tm all alone, as you see,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, in her gentle\\nway. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are not in a hurry to go back to Turret\\nTeignton, are you? Well, why not make up your\\nmind to remain on with me through the season?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pale face had flushed at this.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are very kind,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she answered, with a touch\\nof her old ungainliness that she had never quite\\nsucceeded in banishing, and so the matter was set\u00c2\u00ac\\ntled.\\nAlthough Hetta expressed open delight over this\\narrangement when it was told to her, Anne trans\u00c2\u00ac\\nlated her stepsister\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pleasure in her own fashion.\\nShe imagined Hetta was both annoyed and jealous\\nat her friendship with Mrs. Tempest.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe would like to keep me outside her world\\nforever, if she could,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was what Anne said to her\u00c2\u00ac\\nself. For this visit to Mrs. Tempest signified Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nfirst real introduction to society. Before Mrs. Fos\u00c2\u00ac\\nter had married again, Anne and she had passed one\\nseason in London, that is to say they had stayed at\\na fashionable hotel, driven about in their gorgeous\\ncarriage, bought at the smartest shops, and had\\nfrequented theatres and the opera; but friends they\\nhad none.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "148 ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S NEW INCARNATION.\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s perception in this was very \u00e2\u0080\u0099keen. She had\\nno intention of allowing her mother and herself to\\nbe exploited as rich parvenus, neither would she en\u00c2\u00ac\\ncourage promiscuous acquaintances. Until they\\ncould honestly slide into society through the proper\\npeople, she was content to wait and live their life\\nalone.\\nWhen chance at a seaside hotel had thrown Col\u00c2\u00ac\\nonel Lorrimer in their path, Anne had quickly rec\u00c2\u00ac\\nognized the value attached to close connection with\\nhim, and although his health and Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s youth had\\ndelayed her introduction into the most exciting and\\ndesirable life of London, Anne was just enough to\\nsee that, had it not been for her stepfather, such a\\nwoman as Judith Tempest would never have known\\nher, or shown her so much kindness. Her stay with\\nMrs. Tempest was infinitely more satisfactory to\\nher, indeed, than the projected season she was to\\nhave shared with Hetta, when the moment for the\\ngirl to come \u00e2\u0080\u009cout\u00e2\u0080\u009d had arrived, would ever have\\nbeen. She had had no idea what an important and\\nmuch sought after person Mrs. Tempest was, till she\\nhad stayed in the house a little while. Under\\nJudith\u00e2\u0080\u0099s roof, Anne was brought in contact with\\nmore than the merely great social people (great in\\nthe sense of rank and title). She met also all the\\ncelebrated men of the day, the giants of the political,\\nartistic, and literary worlds. It was a new experi-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S NEW INCARNATION. 149\\nence for her, and it did her good; it soothed her\\nvanity, more especially when she found how much\\neffect her striking personality had; but it did not\\nsoften her nature. Her feeling for Hetta was now\\nripe hatred. The more she felt herself admired, the\\nmore sure her place became among these people,\\nthe more bitter was her resentment against the fate\\nthat had taken from her her chance of becoming\\nHerrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife.\\nShe was unjust enough in her hatred to go so far\\nas to say to herself, that if it had not been for Hetta\\nshe would still have been strong enough to have\\nforced the man to do her will. It was odd that the\\nfull weight of her anger and hatred should have\\nconcentrated itself entirely against Hetta. Her\\nfeelings towards Herrick himself were curiously in\u00c2\u00ac\\ndifferent; she did not hate him; she reserved all\\nthis strong dislike for the girl who, from the first,\\nhad always stood ahead of her.\\nWhen she sometimes pondered over her position,\\nand recalled all that had passed between herself\\nand Herrick, she had a sensation of unutterable con\u00c2\u00ac\\ntempt for the man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s worthlessness and her own\\nblind folly. She despised him now as much as she\\nhad once adored him. In that superstitious way of\\nhers she still gave herself the consolation of feeling\\nshe would punish Herrick in some fashion or other.\\nShe imagined it possible, as the days went by and", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "150 ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S NEW INCARNATION.\\nshe had opportunity of seeing the Herrick marriage\\ndrama open out before her eyes that it would not be\\nlong before she had this satisfaction.\\nIt would come in a prosaic fashion, this trouble.\\nFrom Mrs. Tempest Anne soon learnt all there was\\nto know about Sir William\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ways and means. Het-\\nta being penniless, save for some paltry fifty pounds\\na year her father managed to scrape out of his pen\u00c2\u00ac\\nsion, and childlike, being malleable as wax in the\\nhands of her handsome and unscrupulous husband,\\nthere was bound to come a smash before very long.\\nHerrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s extravagance had always been unlimited,\\nand now with the eyes of the world upon himself\\nand his wife, he was not likely to start a career of\\neconomy. Mrs. Tempest was generosity itself; but\\neven she would grow tired of repeated borrowings\\nand helpings.\\nThe influence Herrick had upon this charming\\nwoman, who^ had only come into his life closely these\\nlast few years, was in a way a salve to Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nwounded pride, for it spoke of the man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s extra\u00c2\u00ac\\nordinary fascination, and excused her own weakness\\nto a great extent.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou spoil Sir William,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said once to Judith,\\nwith her inscrutable smile, when Mrs. Tempest had\\nconfessed to a temporary depression and anxiety\\non Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s account.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe has absolutely no knowledge of the value of", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S NEW INCARNATION. 151\\nmoney/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 had been the answer she gave to Anne.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI suppose I do spoil Will a little, but then he has\\ncrept into my heart as no other living creature has\\never done. I have craved for a child of my own so\\noften,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Judith had added, softly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand when I came\\nback from India and met this boy\u00e2\u0080\u0094for boy he\\nseems to me still\u00e2\u0080\u0094I cannot tell you what a change\\nit made to me, Anne.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnne only smiled on. Vaguely she was asking\\nherself why so dangerous, so utterly wicked a man\\nas Herrick, should be permitted to walk about the\\nworld disguised in so fair, so beautiful an image of\\nmanliness and every good quality. She sat listening\\nin silence to Mrs. Tempest as she talked on about\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cher boy.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy husband grew* to think of Will as his own\\nson. You see, Will\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mother, Lady Herrick, was\\nmy poor husband\u00e2\u0080\u0099s only sister, so the affection was\\nnatural. He bequeathed Will to my care as a\\nsacred charge. I hope,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Ju dith had added, half wist\u00c2\u00ac\\nfully\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cI hope I have done my duty well by the boy.\\nSometimes it has come to me that there is more in\\nWill\u00e2\u0080\u0099s character than he reveals to me. That is\\none reason why I should have been glad to have*\\nseen him pause awhile before he married.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut you like Hetta? You find her a suitable\\nwife?\u00e2\u0080\u009d Anne had asked once, abruptly, and the hot,\\njealous flush had rushed to her face as she heard the", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "152 ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S NEW INCARNATION.\\ntrue tenderness ring out in Mrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice as\\nshe spoke of Hetta.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIn all the world I do not consider Will could\\nhave found a sweeter young wife, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthe older woman\\nhad said, warmly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI wish she had only a few\\nyears more; she is such a child.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is something that will mend, and quickly,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnne had answered, with a touch of cynicism.\\nIntercourse between Mrs. Tempest and the Her\u00c2\u00ac\\nricks\u00e2\u0080\u0099 house was of course frequent. Sir William\\nseemed to have completely forgotten his dislike to\\nAnne in these days. He made no observation to\\nhis aunt upon her friendship with this strange girl,\\nand when Hetta had said to him once, a little plain\u00c2\u00ac\\ntively, that she had hoped Anne would have stayed\\nwith them, he had replied, carelessly:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, she is far better where she is. Aunt Judie\\nmust have something or someone to fuss about, and\\nI have no doubt Miss Foster is very well pleased\\nto be in such a care. She is seeing life under a new\\naspect, and ought to enjoy herself.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI hope Anne will marry happily,\u00e2\u0080\u009d little Hetta\\nhad said gently to this. Now that she had a hus\u00c2\u00ac\\nband of her own, and such a splendid, handsome\\nhusband, her tender heart longed to give such hap\u00c2\u00ac\\npiness to all lovely women, and Anne had always\\nimpressed her with that sensation of loneliness,\\nsomehow.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S NEW INCARNATION. 153\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, she will marry one of these days, never\\nfear. She has too much money to be left on the\\nshelf, and then she is deuced good-looking, in her\\nown queer way,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Herrick had answered. A very\\nstrange feeling had made itself manifest to William\\nHerrick as he said these words; a feeling of irritated\\nobjection to the idea of Anne marrying at all. He\\ndid not in the least realize what was at work within\\nhis mind, but certainly he found he had felt a sort\\nof personal satisfaction when anyone had passed an\\nadmiring word on the tall, picturesque woman stay\u00c2\u00ac\\ning with his aunt. It gradually came to him as\\nthe summer days flitted by that Anne was slowly\\nbut surely obtaining recognition of herself, not only\\nas a beauty, but as a woman distinctly out of the\\nordinary run of women; and this, too, gave him a\\nsense of satisfaction. Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s attitude towards him,\\nwhich never varied, always smiling, yet always in\u00c2\u00ac\\ndifferent, had a thousand times more effect upon\\nsuch a man as Herrick, than any scene of recrimina\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion or angry reproach could have made. He had\\naccepted this attitude at first with a small sigh of\\ncontent.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSo she is wise enough to see her true position,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nwas what he had said to himself; and so thinking,\\nhe had viewed her intimacy with his aunt quite\\ncomposedly; but the contentment grew after awhile\\ninto a sort of annoyance.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "154 ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S NEW INCARNATION.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course she is playing a part, and deuced well\\nshe does it; but I am a bit tired of this acting. Why\\ncan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t Anne drop high drama and be sociable?\\nThere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s no earthly reason,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Herrick declared to\\nhimself, with the most approved sophistry, \u00e2\u0080\u009cno\\nreason whatever why Anne and I should not be the\\nbest of friends. By Jove! if she had met me like\\nthis last Christmas, who knows what might not\\nhave happened! Of course she hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t the breeding\\nand air of Hetta, but then she is a woman with\\nbrains and a fortune, and she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s as handsome as\\npaint when she is rigged out well. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m hanged if I\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t believe old Cloudesley would marry her to\u00c2\u00ac\\nmorrow. He was raving enough about her last\\nnight after dinner at Aunt Judie\u00e2\u0080\u0099s. And to- think\\nthat the first time I saw her was in that dingy little\\ntailor\u00e2\u0080\u0099s shop in Soho. By Jove! I can see her now,\\ncoming out shyly with her big dark eyes full of\\nlight. Well, life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a rummy thing and no mistake,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHerrick told himself, as he swung out of the sun\u00c2\u00ac\\nshine of the streets into his club. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhoever would\\nhave imagined that slip of a shabby girl would have\\nblossomed into a great heiress, and that I should\\nhave married her stepsister? Anne hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t behaved\\nbadly on the whole,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was the next thought that\\ncame to the man. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course, by kicking up that\\nshindy, and taking that tone with me last Christmas,\\nshe drove me into a corner. Still, she took her", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S NEW INCARNATION. 155\\npunishment well\u00e2\u0080\u0094deuced well, when one comes to\\nthink of it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHis eyes glancing over a newspaper, caught a\\nmention of Sir George Cloudesley\u00e2\u0080\u0099s name. He\\nfrowned as he read something complimentary about\\na man high up in the political world, a man filling\\na big place in the Government.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI wonder if Cloudesley was in earnest. It\\nlooked like it; but Anne would not have him, of\\ncourse. She is one of those queer creatures who\\ncare once for a chap and care always,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was his com\u00c2\u00ac\\nplacent summing up, and here his eyes went from\\nthe newspaper to a mirror on the wall opposite, and\\nhe smiled, well satisfied with his own handsome re\u00c2\u00ac\\nflection. \u00e2\u0080\u009cCloudesley is the best imitation of a\\nmonkey I have ever seen,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was the outcome of that\\nmoment\u00e2\u0080\u0099s perusal of his own beauty, and it was a\\nconviction that gave him intense satisfaction.\\nHe found himself sauntering very frequently in\\nthe direction of his aunt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s house after this. Mrs.\\nTempest and Anne were nearly always to be found\\nbetween five and six, and Herrick had discovered\\na tardy predilection for tea, which amused his aunt\\nconsiderably.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you remember how you always abused me\\nfor loving my cup of tea?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said to him on one\\noccasion.\\nThe season was drawing to a close now; the", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "156 ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S NEW INCARNATION.\\nweather was very sultry. There were several guests\\nin Mrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s big cool drawing-room. Anne,\\nwearing a gown of a curious dull shade of pink\u00e2\u0080\u0094a\\ngown that fell in long folds and was caught here\\nand there in graceful lines about her supple figure\\nby jewelled clasps\u00e2\u0080\u0094was sitting back in a low chair\\nin a distant corner, talking earnestly with a hand\u00c2\u00ac\\nsome young man whom Herrick seemed to recog\u00c2\u00ac\\nnize and yet could not clearly remember, as he\\nentered the room.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think I was ever rude to you in my life,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe answered his aunt, as he made his salutations to\\nall present, and put himself into a chair. He waited\\nto catch Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eye, and was considerably annoyed\\nwhen he found she was too deeply engaged in con\u00c2\u00ac\\nversation even to remark his arrival.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWho is your new acquaintance?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he asked Mrs.\\nTempest, after a while.\\nMrs. Tempest looked across the room.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you recognize him? He has not forgot\u00c2\u00ac\\nten you and your timely help one frosty night at\\nTurret Teignton. He cannot see you from where\\nhe is sitting or he would have come to speak to you,\\nI am sure. Hetta told me Mr. Dennison had been\\nto call on her last week, but I suppose she forgot to\\ntell you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHetta always forgets everything,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Sir William\\nsaid, half fretfully. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI told her this morning she had", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S NEW INCARNATION. 157\\na head like a drum, and then I left her in tears, of\\ncourse! But what is this chap doing up in town?\\nI thought he was a tutor or something. He looks\\nquite smart.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMr. Dennison is private secretary to Sir George\\nCloudesley; he is quite a rising man, I hear,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs.\\nTempest said, a little coldly. Her face had shad\u00c2\u00ac\\nowed as she heard of Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tears. She was ex\u00c2\u00ac\\npecting the girl to come in to tea, and she promised\\nherself the pleasure of ministering with extra ten\u00c2\u00ac\\nderness to the delicate young creature when she ar\u00c2\u00ac\\nrived. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHave you not read those articles on naval\\narchitecture that have been running through The\\nPiccadilly, this last week or so?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she went on;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cthey have been written by Mr. Dennison, and\\nhave created much sensation in naval circles. He\\nis exceedingly clever. Anne tells me he is writing\\na book\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSo I saved the life of a celebrated personage, it\\nseems,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Herrick said, with a sneer and a touch of\\nreal bad temper. He could not conceive what Anne\\nand this fellow were talking about so confidentially.\\nHe rose after a while, and put down his teacup.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI think I shall go and recall myself to his mem\u00c2\u00ac\\nory,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, and he sauntered away just as the\\ndoor opened to admit Hetta.\\nMrs. Tempest drew the small, white-robed figure\\ninto her arms for an instant.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "158 ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S NEW INCARNATION.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow is my Hetta to-day?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, tenderly,\\nher eyes noting quickly the dark shadows round\\nthose big, wistfully beautiful eyes.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cQuite well, only a little tired,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta said, eager\u00c2\u00ac\\nly. Poor little girl, she had no desire to have those\\ndark shadows remarked upon. She had shed the\\nfirst really sorrowful tears of her life this lovely\\nsummer day. Herrick had said many other things\\nin his careless, cruel way, to bring those tears to her\\neyes, besides the slighting remark he had repeated\\nto his aunt. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI feel a little anxious about daddy,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta had added, quickly. She felt there was a dif\u00c2\u00ac\\nference in her looks, and she wished to account for\\nit in her own way. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou remember how I wor\u00c2\u00ac\\nried myself about him that night when Anne came\\nhome so unexpectedly?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, smiling faintly\\ninto Judith\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes; \u00e2\u0080\u009cwell, somehow all that feeling\\ncame back to me this morning, when I read his\\nletter.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI had a letter, too,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs. Tempest said, deter\u00c2\u00ac\\nmined to be cheery; \u00e2\u0080\u009cand I had quite the opposite\\nidea. It struck me that my old friend wrote in the\\nbest of spirits.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand stole out to her kind comforter.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou always do me good,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said softly. Then\\nglancing round the room and catching sight of her\\nhusband\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tall figure, her face had flushed. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\\ndid not know Will was coming here this afternoon.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "You always do me good,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S NEW INCARNATION. 159\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe comes very often/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Mrs. Tempest said gen\u00c2\u00ac\\ntly. She could almost see every distinct shade of\\nsuffering in the young heart beside her, and she\\nwished tenderly she could have taken away even\\nthese little pains, but this was something that no\\nhuman being could do save the one who had put\\nthose pains there.\\nHetta was beginning to learn some of those hard\\nsmall tasks in life which experience teaches and fate\\nexacts. Judith Tempest could only sigh and put\\nmore tenderness in her voice when she spoke to the\\ngirl. Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pale shadowed face gave her grief,\\nfor she feared for the future of this sensitive child\\nin Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hands.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe has absolutely no knowledge of how cruel\\nhe can be sometimes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said to herself; \u00e2\u0080\u009cand un\u00c2\u00ac\\nluckily this poor child accepts everything he says\\nwith double its value.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe near presence of Judith Tempest, the cool,\\nfragrant room, the knowledge that her husband\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nanger was gone, for she heard him talking and\\nlaughing at the other side of the room, all soothed\\nHetta. There was a touch of color in her cheeks,\\nand her lips were smiling, when Gavin Dennison\\ncame across the room to speak to her; nevertheless,\\nhis first feeling was one of pain as he looked upon\\nher. She was so lovely, so pathetically young and\\ndelicate, so inexpressibly sweet, that she seemed", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "160 ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S NEW INCARNATION.\\nto him more of a child now that she was a wife,\\nthan she had been in those old days when he had\\nmet her in the country lanes.\\nShe was exceedingly pleased to see him.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI had a long letter from Bobbie this morning.\\nHe says he considers Eton \u00e2\u0080\u0098no end of a good\\nplace/ whatever that may mean/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she said, with her\\npretty little laugh. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBob and I write to one another\\nvery often, Mr. Dennison, and he always speaks of\\nyou.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBob\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart is in the right place,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Gavin said,\\nas he brought a chair forward and sat beside her.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am glad he is faithful to his old allegiance. You\\nknow he adored you, Lady Herrick!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt seems impossible it could have been I who\\nromped and ran about so wildly only a year ago.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTime brings changes imperceptibly on its wing,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nDennison said softly. He could not take his eyes\\nfrom her. She fascinated him, and touched him in a\\nway he could hardly have described to himself. He\\nadmired a beautiful woman as he admired all the\\nperfect handiwork of Nature; sad and troubled as\\nhe was, he was not adamant to the power of a\\nwoman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sympathy, nor was his nature steeled to\\nresist absolutely the sweets and dangers of a\\nwoman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s influence in his life. Anne Foster\\nattracted him in a marked degree, and at\\nodd times in his life other women had broken", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S NEW INCARNATION. 161\\nthe spell of his sadness for a brief moment,\\nbut no woman had touched him as Hetta both\\ntouched and held him. He had a craving to give\\ncare and protection to this young creature; he felt\\nfor her that rush of tender feeling that a parent has\\nfor a child. He seemed to know that sorrow stood\\nso resolutely in her future path; he could not rid\\nhimself of this instinct about her, although the\\nreality of things might have been proof enough to\\nhave satisfied him that what he feared was an idea\\nand nothing more. She was assuredly not alone in\\nthe world; he knew nothing against her husband,\\nthough Herrick belonged to a class of men among\\nwhom he had never mixed intimately, nor whom he\\nfound quite sympathetic to him, and she was sur\u00c2\u00ac\\nrounded by outward luxury, and many friends.\\nSuch a woman as Mrs. Tempest was, in Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nestimation, a treasure in herself, and yet, when he\\ntook Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand in farewell that afternoon, he\\nwent away from her haunted by a sorrow for her\\nthat would not be dispelled. When, about a fort\u00c2\u00ac\\nnight or so later, the news of her father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s death\\nreached him, it gave him a pang, for this terrible\\nseparation would mean a loss to the girl of a love\\nthat no one would ever be able to give her again.\\nIt hurt him, too, in a way, to realize how soon his\\nprophetic feeling about her had come true.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XII.\\nTHE STRANGE WAYS OF FATE.\\nLife was so much broader, so completely-\\nchanged with Gavin Dennison since fate, in the\\nperson of Master Robert Beresford\u00e2\u0080\u0099s parents, had\\nintroduced him into another sphere of work, that\\nit was only natural his thoughts should drift away\\nfrom their old dark channel, and things that had\\nheld such prominence in his mind, fade into mere\\nshadows. He was in more than one sense a happier\\nman since he had accepted the post of secretary to\\nSir George Cloudesley. The drudgery o-f teaching\\nhad been taken from him, yet he earned more mon\u00c2\u00ac\\ney than he had ever done. Then the moral satisfac\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion that came to him was enormous. The man\\nwith whom he worked had caught instantly at his\\ntrue worth, and had at once stimulated him to some\\nambition for himself. Writing with him had been\\na gift and a solace in his days of greatest darkness,\\nnow he found it was destined to be the herald of\\nfame and the foundation of a place for himself in the\\nworld.\\nThe knowledge of this last was a bitter delight,\\n162", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "THE STRANGE WAYS OF FATE.\\n163\\nbitter because it brought with it all the old mem\u00c2\u00ac\\nories of resentful pride\u00e2\u0080\u0098that had darkened his life\\nso long, and because it had the power to still darken\\nhis coming greatness. To make a name for himself\\nwas to bring questioning about himself, and what\\nwas he to answer when these questionings came?\\nAnother bitterness there was in his life now, the\\ndread, yet the certainty that at any time, at any\\nhour, he might be brought face to face with the man\\nwho had denied and deserted him\u00e2\u0080\u0094with Lord Glas\u00c2\u00ac\\ntonbury, his father.\\nThe shock of this knowledge had almost driven\\nhim back into his obscure place, when he had first\\nlearnt, but pride conquered him.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat have I to fear?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, bitterly, to him\u00c2\u00ac\\nself. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBy this time, no doubt, Lord Glastonbury\\nhas forgotten even the names that were given to his\\nchild, and so mine will not come to him with any\\nfamiliarity. Moreover, the world is for me as for\\nhim, and if I can rise, why should this man hold me\\nback?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA train of reasoning that came sometimes to the\\nold clergyman down in the country rectory, in these\\ndays, when news of Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s advancement and pos\u00c2\u00ac\\nsibility of fame reached him.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is as though destiny were determined to*\\navenge his wrong,\u00e2\u0080\u009d John Prinsep said to his wife,", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "164\\nTHE STRANGE WAYS OE FATE.\\non more than one occasion; \u00e2\u0080\u009cthe lad will rise, even\\nthough his father tried to kill him socially. I pray\\nthey may never meet.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut Mrs. Prinsep had a different view.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI pray they may meet, John, my dear,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said,\\nstoutly; \u00e2\u0080\u009cfor then that cold, hard man will perhaps\\nrealize the wicked thing he did those many years\\nago, and he may know some of poor Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s suffer\u00c2\u00ac\\nings when he sees how handsome and good and\\nclever his son is. Yes, I pray they may meet, and\\nsoon, too.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe weeks of the season had sped away, how\u00c2\u00ac\\never, and Gavin had not come in direct contact with\\nLord Glastonbury. Every day of his life the name\\nsounded in his ears now, for Lord Glastonbury was\\na man whose name and personality was always be\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore the public; but Gavin, though he prepared him\u00c2\u00ac\\nself for a meeting at any moment, was not called\\nupon to suffer this yet.\\nIt was natural that with so much to occupy his\\nthoughts and time, his memories of his few friends\\nshould stand less prominently in his mind than\\nthey had been wont to do, and, indeed, he had\\ndrifted away from frequent thought of Hetta, when\\nthe news of her father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s death came to revive his\\ninterest. He had missed her from London just be\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore the close of the season, and he had imagined", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "THE STRANGE WAYS OR FATE.\\n165\\nher down in her old home, most possibly. It was\\nfrom Mrs. Tempest that he heard of the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s loss.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI scarcely know how this will affect Hetta. I\\ndread the result on her health and her mind,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Ju\u00c2\u00ac\\ndith had said to him, with tears in her eyes. Already\\nshe counted Mr. Dennison in among her favorites,\\nand this night that he found himself dining with her\\nwas one of the many occasions when he had been\\ninvited thither.\\nDennison said very little as he listened to her.\\nAnne, sitting on the other side of the table, watched\\nhim narrowly. She resented his grave, sad air.\\nHow could it affect him whether Colonel Lorrimer\\nlived or died?\\nWas Hetta to share the interest and sympathy of\\nthis man to such an extent that her griefs were his\\ngriefs? Anne had a sudden hot sensation in her\\nthroat. Something that had been stealing towards\\nher gradually, unconsciously, these past few weeks\\nwas suddenly revealed to her; a strange, an almost\\nincomprehensible something too. She was loath to\\ntake out this new-born secret from her heart and\\nlook at it quietly. It came to her so suddenly, so\\nbewilderingly, and yet with such a passionate sug\u00c2\u00ac\\ngestion of happiness that it robbed her of her self-\\npossession for a moment.\\nAfterwards, when she sat alone, there was a new", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "166\\nTHE STRANGE WAYS OF FATE.\\nglow in her dark eyes, and a soft look on her lips.\\nLove had come into her life once again, but what a\\ndifferent love! How much grander, higher, purer,\\nsweeter, viewed by comparison with that old wild,\\ngirlish passion, was this love that Gavin had inspired\\nin her heart! There was about it a degree of no\u00c2\u00ac\\nbility that could make her a better, a softer woman;\\nthat could wipe away even the dark traces of the\\nmiserable past; that could reinstate her once again\\nin her own estimation!\\nIn such a moment Anne was a changed woman;\\nshe thrilled with hope; she could have laughed aloud\\nfor very happines. No doubt, no fear, no cloud\\nrested on her mind. The momentary jealousy that\\nevidence of Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s interest in Hetta had given her,\\nhad passed away as quickly as it had come. For\\none short hour the heart of Anne Foster rejoiced\\nwith the innocent gladness of a child; all that was\\nold and bad had gone from her; revenge, resentful\\nhate, jealousy, none of these could live in the clear\\npure flame of her second and greatest love. Alas!\\nthat the nature of this woman should not have the\\nstrength, the power to cling to its elements of good\\nwhen the hour of temptation and trial came.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XIII.\\nSIR WIEEIAM\u00e2\u0080\u0099S DISCOVERY.\\nIt would have seemed to most people only a right\\nand proper thing if Anne Foster had gone to 1 Turret\\nTeignton when Mrs. Tempest had gone; to have\\nmade a pretence at least of offering sympathy and\\nconsolation to her mother and stepsister in the\\nloss they had sustained; but Anne did nothing of the\\nkind.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have a dread, a horror of death,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, with\\na shudder, to Judith, when the latter took her sud\u00c2\u00ac\\nden departure. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMoreover, I am not a good hypo\u00c2\u00ac\\ncrite. Colonel Lorrimer disliked me cordially, just\\nas much as he knew I despised his weak, foolish\\nnature; to make a mockery of mourning him is be\u00c2\u00ac\\nyond me. My mother will not want me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Anne had\\nadded. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI shall go away for a little while; either to\\nthe sea or to Scotland. You must not think me\\nvery unkind.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIt was not in Mrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s nature to judge any\u00c2\u00ac\\none harshly, and she had by this time grown to\\nknow the weakness as well as the strength of Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ncurious character. More particularly was she con-\\n167", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "168\\nSIR WILLIAM\u00e2\u0080\u0099S DISCOVERY.\\nversant with Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s superstitions. Therefore, in\u00c2\u00ac\\nstead of chiding, she approved.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy not accept that invitation we both had to\\ngo to the Highlands?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she suggested. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou will\\nmeet many friends. Sir George Cloudesley is go\u00c2\u00ac\\ning to stay with the Milchesters, I know, and of\\ncourse Mr. Dennison will go also.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pale face had flushed at this.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf you think Lady Milchester will suffer me\\nwithout you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked, in a low, hurried voice.\\nTo be in the same house! To spend hours, days\\nnear to Gavin Dennison! To feel her influence\\ngrowing with him perchance, as his had grown with\\nher! The very thought seemed to change the mean\u00c2\u00ac\\ning of life to her. Mrs. Tempest was well able to\\nassure Anne that her presence at Lady Milchester\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nwould be accepted under every circumstance. There\\nwas a certain younger son of the family to whom\\nAnne and her thousands was peculiarly attractive,\\nso the matter was settled; and while Judith was\\ndoing everything her heart could suggest to min\u00c2\u00ac\\nister to the poor sorrowful child at Turret Teignton,\\nAnne was being feted quietly by people who were\\nas grand and as aristocratic as her dead father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nambition could have desired. She wore, of course,\\nheavy mourning robes for Colonel Lorrimer, and\\nshe had not taken her departure till after the funeral", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "SIR WILLIAM\u00e2\u0080\u0099S DISCOVERY.\\n169\\nwas over; but she was fussed over all the more be\u00c2\u00ac\\ncause of her outward trappings of grief. Mrs. Tem\u00c2\u00ac\\npest had proposed joining Lady Milchester\u00e2\u0080\u0099s party\\nlater on; but the August days waned and September\\nmerged into October, and yet she found no moment\\nripe for leaving Hetta.\\nIt would have been very hard for Judith to have\\nwritten the true story of the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sorrow in all those\\nweeks. Something of the Hetta she had first known\\nhad been buried forever in poor Colonel Lorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ngrave. The girl made no violent protestation of\\nwoe; she only seemed to grow more wan, more\\nwhite and wistful each day that passed.\\nWhen Herrick had left her in the beginning, she\\nhad seemed glad for him to go she felt he could\\nnever support the sombre atmosphere of her old\\nhome for more than a few days, and when he had\\ngone her one gleam of golden light had been the\\nhope of his letters which came regularly enough for\\na little while, thanks to his aunt. Mrs. Tempest had\\ntaken the opportunity of saying one hurried word\\nto the young man when he had flown away from\\nTurret Teignton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWill, whatever you do, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t forget to write fre\u00c2\u00ac\\nquently to Hetta. The child is behaving like an\\nangel in letting you leave her at all. She needs\\nyou,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Judith Tempest had said, with gentle em-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "170\\nSIR WILLIAM\u00e2\u0080\u0099S DISCOVERY.\\nphasis, \u00e2\u0080\u009cmore now than at any time; but she will\\nnot be selfish; please try and not be selfish also, if\\nyou can.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHerrick had only laughed in his good-humored\\nway.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAll right,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he answered. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHetta shall have her\\nblessed letters. Of course I should have liked her\\nto come with me, but I know it is out of the ques\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion to urge it, and I have no manner of doubt\\nshe will be tons better without me for a little while,\\nAunt Judie. You see,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he had added, in his prac\u00c2\u00ac\\ntical way, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t known the old Colonel ages,\\nand I absolutely can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t shed tears over him, can I?\\nWhereas, with poor little Hetta, of course, it is just\\nthe other way.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest had sighed as she had kissed him.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you ever shed tears over anybody, I wonder,\\nWill?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, in an involuntary way.\\nBut Will had had no answer to this; he replied by\\nasking a question instead. He wanted to know the\\nwhereabouts of Anne.\\nMrs. Tempest told him freely all she had to tell,\\nand she added more.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is my firm belief,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she had said, confidently,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cthat Sir George Cloudesley is actually in earnest\\nin his admiration for Anne. I shall not be a bit\\nsurprised if I hear at any time that the outcome of\\nthis visit to the Milchesters will be a proposal.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "SIR WILLIAM\u00e2\u0080\u0099S DISCOVERY.\\n171\\nHerrick had gone away with a sneer at this.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSuch an excellent marriage for Cloudesley,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he\\nhad said, showing a touch of such evident ill-humor\\nthat he had left Judith puzzled in a slight degree by\\nhis manner. She had spoken the full truth when\\nshe had told him Hetta had shown him real un\u00c2\u00ac\\nselfishness in parting from him at a time when his\\npresence should have been full of comfort to the\\ngirl; and she had sighed many a time after as the\\ndays had gone by and the only sign Herrick gave\\nof love, or responsibility or remembrance, was an\\noccasional letter written hurriedly, and sometimes\\nposted long after it had been written.\\nIt was a hard task Judith Tempest had to fulfil\\nin those days; the task of gradually, almost imper\u00c2\u00ac\\nceptibly, drawing away the veil of blind faith and\\ninfatuation from the girl-wife\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes. She did it\\nvery, very gently. She hardly knew herself how it\\nwas that she weaned Hetta from her heart-whole\\nbelief in Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s absolute goodness. Circum\u00c2\u00ac\\nstances made it easier for her, perhaps, than it might\\nhave been. As the summer merged slowly into au\u00c2\u00ac\\ntumn, and Herrick still remained away, something\\nof the selfishness which was SO\u00e2\u0080\u0099 essentially the key\u00c2\u00ac\\nnote of his nature, was given to Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s under\u00c2\u00ac\\nstanding. She excused him for remaining at Tur\u00c2\u00ac\\nret Teignton only a couple of days and then rushing", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "172\\nSIR WILLIAM\u00e2\u0080\u0099S DISCOVERY.\\nup to Scotland for some shooting after the yachting\\ntrip was over; but she yearned for him none the\\nless. She was, however, so young, so innocent of\\nconventional and worldly things that she did not, in\\nthe least, recognize the view her stepmother and\\nJudith began to take of his absence.\\nMrs. Lorrimer was, in fact, very outspoken to\\nMrs. Tempest when they were alone.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt were quite one thing \u00e2\u0080\u0099im going off sailin\u00e2\u0080\u0099, as\\nhe did, for a week or so, just after the poor Col\u00c2\u00ac\\nonel\u00e2\u0080\u0099s death; but his stayin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 away so long is another\\nthing altogether. He must know as the dear child\\nain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t likely to grow much happier with \u00e2\u0080\u0099im galli\u00c2\u00ac\\nvantin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 about alone. I must say, ma\u00e2\u0080\u0099am, it do as\u00c2\u00ac\\ntonish me! I thought he loved our little \u00e2\u0080\u0099Etta, that\\nI did; and if he didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t love her, what for ever did\\nhe go and marry her for? I ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t pleased, I can tell\\nyou, at my Anne stayin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 away all this time; but\\nwhen it comes to Sir William, \u00e2\u0080\u0099im not married more\\nnor a few months, why, there! I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know what\\nto say about it!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest tried to throw oil on the troubled\\nwaters, but her heart was so absolutely with Mrs-.\\nLorrimer that she was not very successful.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHetta wished him to go, and the child is so sen\u00c2\u00ac\\nsitive and delicate and unstrung since her father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ndeath,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, hurriedly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat I almost think it", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "SIR WILLIAM\u00e2\u0080\u0099S DISCOVERY.\\n173\\nis a good thing he is away. Will is so full of health\\nand spirits, you see, dear Mrs. Lorrimer; and people\\nwho are so strong are not always the best com\u00c2\u00ac\\npanions for those who are delicate. I assure you, I\\nshould be very anxious for Hetta if her husband\\nwere here now; she would be sure to want to do\\neverything he did, just to please him, and that would\\nnot be a very happy state of things, would it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Lorrimer was homely, was plain, was very\\nstout, and nearly always sleepy, yet she was a\\nvery long way off from being a fool. Mrs. Tem\u00c2\u00ac\\npest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s words did not convince her in the very least;\\nbut she saw the difficulty of the other woman, so\\nshe did not press the subject further.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is certainly one way of lookin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 at the matter,\\nand perhaps it ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t such a bad one neither,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nsaid, dryly; and after that she held her tongue, and\\nonly that her manner was more tender than ever to\\nHetta, it might have been supposed she accepted the\\nstate of the case calmly.\\nShe relieved her feelings writing to Anne, little\\nguessing, poor woman, that her own child was the\\nvery last person in the world to whom she could\\ncarry this trouble, or that all that was pitiful and\\npainful in the younger girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s life was almost a sat\u00c2\u00ac\\nisfaction to Anne.\\nAnne, on her side, made no confidences to her", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "174\\nSIR WILLIAM\u00e2\u0080\u0099S DISCOVERY.\\nmother. She wrote\u00e2\u0080\u0094when she did write\u00e2\u0080\u0094the cold\u00c2\u00ac\\nest letters possible, confining herself chiefly to giv\u00c2\u00ac\\ning orders about Turret Teignton, and dictating her\\nmother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s movements in her usual autocratic fash\u00c2\u00ac\\nion. She was not\u00e2\u0080\u0094as she had said to Judith\u00e2\u0080\u0094a\\ngood hypocrite. She had felt some sympathy to\\nHetta when Colonel Lorrimer had died, for, even in\\nher bitter jealousy, there was place for compassion\\nwhen it came in no contact with her own feelings,\\nbut once this was given all that followed was, to her\\nhighly-strung, overwrought imagination, but the\\nworking out of the atonement due to her for the\\nwrong she had suffered at Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hands.\\nThat it should be Hetta who was called upon to\\nmake atonement for another\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wrong did not strike\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s usually just mind as unjust, for in Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nindividuality she had heaped together the definite\\nwrongs of the man and the innocent hurts that the\\ngirl had. dealt out to her from the first; and from\\nHetta it was, therefore, that she looked for atone\u00c2\u00ac\\nment. Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s treatment of his wife was in no\\nway different, Anne knew very well, to what his\\ntreatment would have been to her, or to any other\\nwoman whom fate had given to him for wife. She\\nsaw in this, not an expression of neglect for a single\\nperson, but only the man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s utter contemptible\\nselfishness working its way clear to the end.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "SIR WILLIAM\u00e2\u0080\u0099S DISCOVERY.\\n175\\nWhen Herrick suddenly joined the Milchester\\nhouse party in September, Anne had a new view\\nof the character of one whom she now despised so\\nfreely. To a vanity so strongly developed as Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s,\\nthe fact that Herrick was now regarding her with\\nchanged eyes could not fail to carry satisfaction;\\nbut the value of this triumph, all poor as it was,\\nwas discountenanced by the influence which Gavin\\nDennison had now upon her and her life. Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nvisit to the Milchesters had commenced with a\\nstrong element of disappointment. Sir George\\nCloudesley, who expected to reach Scotland early\\nin August, did not really arrive till just about the\\ntime that Herrick made his appearance there. To\\nAnne it was a matter of complete indifference\\nwhether Sir George arrived or not; but as his com\u00c2\u00ac\\ning signified the coming of Gavin, she listened im\u00c2\u00ac\\npatiently each day for some tidings from her host\\nand hostess of the politician\u00e2\u0080\u0099s movements. Then,\\nwhen at last Cloudesley did come, Anne had the\\nkeenest disappointment of all, for Mr. Dennison did\\nnot accompany the great man.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWill join me here probably in a week\u00e2\u0080\u0099s time;\\nthat is if you will be bothered with me so long,\\nLady Milchester,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Sir George said, when he was\\nquestioned as to his secretary\u00e2\u0080\u0099s absence. \u00e2\u0080\u009cGone\\ndown to the country to bury an uncle or someone.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "176\\nSIR WILLIAM\u00e2\u0080\u0099S DISCOVERY.\\nPoor Dennison seemed deeply attached to this rela\u00c2\u00ac\\ntive. I never saw anyone so much cut up. So\\nglad you like Dennison, Lady Milchester, Sir\\nGeorge had gone on; \u00e2\u0080\u009che is a splendid fellow. I\\nprophesy a great future for him if he gets his proper\\nchance.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe certainly knows how to use a pen,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was the\\nremark made her by one of the guests.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd he knows how to be grateful,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Anne added,\\nin a voice that was very gentle, and intended for\\nSir George s ear alone.\\nThis praise of the man she had grown to love so\\nunwisely, and with such a wealth of passion, was\\nas sweetest music to her ears. It needed only this\\ntribute from the world; this certainty that Den\u00c2\u00ac\\nnison would prove great, to make him the one man\\nin the world for her. She taught herself anew the\\nlesson of patience in the days that followed. Again\\nand again she would have brought her visit to an\\nend, but Lady Milchester always begged her to\\nremain; wise hostess as she was she saw the ad\u00c2\u00ac\\nvantage of keeping Anne with her as guest as\\nlong as possible, for Anne was undoubtedly an at\u00c2\u00ac\\ntraction.\\nIt came to Herrick as an amazement the attrac\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion this curious, handsome, cold, languid woman\\nseemed to possess. He tried to solve the problem", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "SIR WILLIAM\u00e2\u0080\u0099S DISCOVERY.\\n177\\nin vain; he only knew that it pleased him immensely\\nto be near Anne, and to remember what Anne\\nhad been to him. She might be as cold as ice to\\nhim, he said to himself, with an easy laugh; he, at\\nleast, was always something to her; something these\\nother fellows could never be. Herrick, in fact, was\\nenjoying his visit in Scotland more than he had\\nenjoyed anything else for a very long time, when his\\nmental horizon was disturbed by two new elements.\\nIn early October Gavin Dennison reached the\\nMilchester\u00e2\u0080\u0099s party; not to pay a long visit to the\\nhouse, but to be the bearer of important despatches\\nto his chief. With this arrival a change came over\\nAnne, so marked to Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes (and to study\\nthe personality of this woman had become a daily\\ntask with him) that he awoke to something like the\\ntruth. It would have required a thunderbolt to\\ndrive the vanity, and the satisfaction of his vanity,\\nto a sudden conviction that any other man could\\nsupplant him in Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart; yet he had a shock,\\nand in that shock he saw a possibility of what was\\nalready a fact.\\nNow Herrick had absolutely m intentions as re\u00c2\u00ac\\ngarded Anne; she occupied his thoughts only be\u00c2\u00ac\\ncause she gave him pleasure in so doing. If he had\\ntroubled himself to probe the matter, he would have\\ndiscovered that he really approved of her marriage", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "178\\nSIR WILLIAM\u00e2\u0080\u0099S DISCOVERY.\\nwith Sir George Cloudesley, or someone of that\\ncalibre. A high social marriage would please Anne,\\nand could not rob him of that satisfaction his vanity\\nderived from remembering the past. Such a mar\u00c2\u00ac\\nriage, in fact, might have been productive of much\\nthat Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s loose morality classed as amusement,\\nfor it would have given him the opportunity of flirt\u00c2\u00ac\\ning with Anne at absolutely no risk to either of\\nthem; besides it solved the question of her future,\\nand Herrick never disguised from himself that\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s future might signify a certain amount of an\u00c2\u00ac\\nnoyance for him should she remain unmarried per\u00c2\u00ac\\npetually.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBitterness grows with age!\u00e2\u0080\u009d was what he had\\nsaid to himself now and then when he had dis\u00c2\u00ac\\ncussed with himself Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s calm acceptance of his\\nmarriage. \u00e2\u0080\u009cPerhaps she is saving herself to have\\na big go at me one of these days when she is tired\\nof playing the grand lady. She doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t deceive me\\nby her quietness. Such a firebrand as Anne could\\nnot be quiet without some very good reason.\u00e2\u0080\u009d The\\nthought about Hetta had come to him, too, now and\\nagain. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI expect when she finds she can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t do me\\nany harm, she will try and get home on Hetta,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he\\nhad said, and he had always laughed at the idea. It\\nwas so like a woman, he would argue, to work out a\\nspite against another woman, and one who had", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "SIR WILLIAM\u00e2\u0080\u0099S DISCOVERY.\\n179\\nnever done a wrong at all. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course she hates\\nHetta like poison/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he mused on when these moods\\nof thought came to him; \u00e2\u0080\u009cand Hetta is so blind to\\nit all. But then Hetta is a silly schoolgirl; what\\ndoes she know of hate\u00e2\u0080\u0094or of love either, if it\\ncomes to that? Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s is the nature to hate and\\nlove at once. By jingo! if I had known what the\\nfuture was to be in those dingy days, I should have\\nplayed my cards differently.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThis last was a thought that pressed prominently\\nwith the man when he saw what a place of power\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wealth had given her. Money was such a\\nvanishing article with him, and so increasingly nec\u00c2\u00ac\\nessary, that he at times could not quite understand\\nhow it was he had been such a fool as to despise\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fortune that winter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s night at Turret Teign-\\nton. However, in the spirit of complacency that\\nhis frequent after-meetings with Anne brought\\nabout, the question of her money also shared. It\\nwas never a definite suggestion of resource, yet it\\nwas too sufficiently definite, for, he argued with\\nhimself, a woman who loved as Anne still loved\\nhim, was not one to love in an empty fashion, and\\nshould fortune frown upon him, well, then Anne\\nwould doubtless step in and change the frown to\\nsmiles again just out of the memory of her un\u00c2\u00ac\\nchanging love.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "180\\nSIR WILLIAM\u00e2\u0080\u0099S DISCOVERY.\\nOut of this pretty dream Herrick was roused\\nrudely by the arrival of Gavin Dennison on the\\nscene, and with his arrival, by the knowledge that\\nthere was undoubtedly the danger (a danger he had\\nnever imagined possible) of another man holding\\nsome of the power he once held with Anne. It\\nwas about the roughest blow a nature so abnormally\\nselfish and vain could support, and Herrick resented\\nsuch a blow exceedingly. He was in an extremely\\ndisagreeable mood when the second disturbing ele\u00c2\u00ac\\nment touched his former peaceful position in the\\nshape of an urgent summons from Mrs. Tempest\\nto journey back to England and Turret Teignton\\nwithout delay. There had been a carriage acci\u00c2\u00ac\\ndent, Hetta was with Mrs. Lorrimer in the carriage\\nat the time; her child had been born dead; she was\\nvery, very ill.\\nThe news created some consternation among\\nLady Milchester\u00e2\u0080\u0099s guests, all of whom had come in\\ncontact with Sir William Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s young wife dur\u00c2\u00ac\\ning the London season, and all of whom had been\\ntouched by the sweetness and beauty of the girl.\\nA sentiment felt, but not expressed, ran through\\nthe party, and this sentiment was one that Herrick\\nwould have been surprised to find reflected strongly\\non himself, and his selfish neglect of his wife during\\nthese past few weeks. Anne alone, out of the entire", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "SIR WILLIAM\u00e2\u0080\u0099S DISCOVERY.\\n181\\ncircle of guests had no sorrow or sympathy for\\nHetta; instead, her thoughts, winging flight to the\\nsuffering young creature, were more bitter, more\\ndeadly in their nature than any Hetta had as yet\\ninspired.\\nIt had been a look on Dennison\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face, a curious\\nair of dumb anxiety written in his eyes and silent\\nlips when Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s illness was spoken of before\\nhim, that woke that new and worst form of jealousy\\nin Anne Foster\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart for her stepsister; it matched\\nthat feeling that had flashed SO quickly into her\\nmind the night at Judith Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dinner-table,\\nwhen the new truth in her heart had been revealed\\nto her; but this second spasm of hate, of anguished\\njealousy, was far worse, far more terrible in its\\npotentialities than even Anne could have described.\\nIf only Gavin Dennison could have known that\\nthere were eyes to note his pain so quickly, and to\\ntranslate it in so fierce a fashion, he would have\\nsuffered death itself rather than have let one ex\u00c2\u00ac\\npression of even conventional sorrow for Hetta\\nescape him; but buried as he was in his own\\nthoughts, Gavin was far, indeed, from dreaming of\\nthe power he held in Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart, and the danger\\nthat could be worked indirectly by him to Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nfuture peace of mind.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XIV.\\nAT CROSS PURPOSES.\\nChristmas had come and gone, and a new spring\\nwas forcing its gentle way through the winter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ngloom with gladsome hours of sunshine and a\\nsprinkling of feathery green on hedge and tree, be\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore Gavin Dennison and Hetta met again.\\nThe winter had been a very long one to the girl;\\nher strength seemed almost to have ebbed away in\\nthe illness that had come to her so sharply in the\\nautumn. The carriage accident might indeed have\\nbeen a fatal one to Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife; but save for the\\nterrible shock and the after effects, Hetta really\\nhad been untouched, even though the accident had\\nbeen a particularly bad one.\\nIt was poor Mrs. Lorrimer who suffered the\\nworst in the unfortunate affair, and there came days\\nafterwards, when the worst crisis was over with\\nHetta, that the doctors (and Judith had summoned\\nmore than one celebrated physician) looked grave\\nover the condition of the kindly woman who had so\\nill-suited her position in one respect, and yet whose\\ngoodness of heart would have entitled her to respect\\n182", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "AT CROSS PURPOSES.\\n183\\nand admiration in any position. The injuries Mrs.\\nLorrimer had received were far more serious than\\na few cuts and bruises and a sprained arm, as had\\nbeen imagined in the beginning; and by the time\\nHetta had become sufficiently convalescent to be\\ncarried away to a southern seaside spot for change\\nof air, Anne Foster knew that the days of her\\nmother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s life on earth were numbered.\\nThe good that would have been so abundant in\\nher but for Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wicked cruelty to her in her\\ngirlhood, came to the fore in such a time. She\\nhad often tried to teach herself a lesson of contempt\\nand impatient resentment against the fate that had\\ngiven her the mother she owned; but down in Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ncurious, selfish, blighted heart there was a feeling\\nfor her mother that nothing could quite kill; and\\nwhen the doctors told her the news that the internal\\nsymptoms which had developed so painfully and so\\nrapidly with Mrs. Lorrimer could have but one end\u00c2\u00ac\\ning, and that ending a speedy one, Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s world\u00c2\u00ac\\nliness and self fell away from her a little, and she re\u00c2\u00ac\\nmembered only her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s history of unfailing\\nlove, and of the void there would be in her life\\nwhen this kindly creature was gone. Mrs. Lor\u00c2\u00ac\\nrimer herself was fully aware of her condition.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t surprised, Anne, my dear,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, with\\na faint attempt at her own cheeriness, when the", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "184\\nAT CROSS PURPOSES.\\ndays went by and her suffering and weakness in\u00c2\u00ac\\ncreased. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI always knew I weren\u00e2\u0080\u0099t to make old\\nbones, and I ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t sorry to go neither, Anne,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the\\nmother had added a little more slowly, after awhile.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m not any use to you, my girl, and you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll do\\na sight better without me. You\u00e2\u0080\u0099re started well\\nnow, ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you, Anne? Your poor father, he\u00e2\u0080\u0099d be\\nmighty pleased if he could know the swells as call\\nhis girl friend. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d a been gladder to go knowing\\nyou\u00e2\u0080\u0099d found a good man as \u00e2\u0080\u0099ud take care of you,\\nAnne; but there, that will come some day. Who\\nknows, perhaps you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll marry a lord, Anne.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnne did not smile or wince as she once would\\nhave done at her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s words; they smote her a\\nlittle, and yet they brought a thrill too. If only she\\ncould have spoken out freely to this dying woman,\\nand have told her that a good man had crept into\\nthe holiest corner of her heart, and that, if Heaven\\nwere only kind to her, this good man would come\\nto her life before long and take care of her!\\nAnne found herself praying for Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s love quite\\nunconsciously in those days when she sat by her\\nmother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s bedside tending the sick woman.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOnly let this be given to me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said to her\u00c2\u00ac\\nself again and again, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand I will praise Heaven all\\nmy life. Surely\u00e2\u0080\u0094surely I may claim some happi\u00c2\u00ac\\nness after I have suffered so much?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe had not seen Gavin since their meeting in", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "AT CROSS PURPOSES.\\n185\\nScotland, but he wrote to her occasionally. It was\\ntrue he only wrote in answer to some letter of hers,\\nbut still he did write, and each stroke of his pen\\nwas as a treasure to Anne.\\nHe sent her also, at her request, some of the\\narticles he was writing so frequently now; and\\nwhen she gave him the news of her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s illness,\\nhe wrote her a letter that seemed to her the sweet\u00c2\u00ac\\nest letter a friend had ever penned.\\nThe jealousy over Hetta had been quickly lulled\\nagain. She had dreaded at first lest he should have\\nshown some evidence of anxiety about the girl when\\nthe worst of her illness arrived; but Gavin was silent,\\nquite silent. To whom should he have written all\\nhe felt for the little creature that fate had given into\\nHerrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s careless, unworthy hands? Thought of\\nHetta touched him in a way that he had not as yet\\nset before himself. The strange resemblance he had\\ntraced between this girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s life and the life of his own\\nmother, was not the only bond that made each recol\u00c2\u00ac\\nlection of Hetta a treasure and yet a sorrow. All\\nthrough the winter, when he was working hard, for\\nliterary work had begun to pour in upon him, and\\nhis kind friend and patron, Sir George Cloudesley,\\nhad already severed him from his secretarial duties\\nin order that he might devote himself to literature,\\nhe had a vision of Hetta in his mind as he had last\\nseen her in Mrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s drawing-room; a pathet-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "186\\nAT CROSS PURPOSES.\\nic, childish creature in her simple white frock, and\\nher sweet pale face with the shadows of tear-stains\\nabout her eyes.\\nIt was a very, very different image this to the\\nhappy, bright-faced girl whom Bobbie Beresford\\nhad adored, and whom he had grown to love as a\\nnymph of the country lanes and fields, and it was\\nvery, very much more dangerous to him. He heard\\nnothing direct about her all through the winter.\\nAnne was careful to avoid the mention of Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nname in the letters she wrote to Dennison; she told\\nof her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fading health, but of the girl-invalid\\nat the sea he heard nothing; he knew nothing save\\nthat she was with Judith Tempest, and that her hus\u00c2\u00ac\\nband was in town hard at work amusing himself in\\nhis own sunny fashion.\\nHe did not know what his feelings were for Her\u00c2\u00ac\\nrick; he certainly did not hate him, for he was grate\u00c2\u00ac\\nful by nature, and he could never forget that he\\nowed his life to Herrick; moreover, it would be dif\u00c2\u00ac\\nficult for anyone to hate such a man as William\\nHerrick. To despise him was easier, and Dennison\\nhad not been long in the world of London before\\nhe knew how utterly Herrick deserved to be\\ndespised by all honest-hearted men; but his strong\u00c2\u00ac\\nest feeling was one of deep regret at the fate that\\nshould have given over a fresh, delicate, sensitive\\nchild to the care of a man who had absolutely no", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "AT CROSS PURPOSES.\\n187\\nsense o f reverence for the beautiful part of a wom\u00c2\u00ac\\nan\u00e2\u0080\u0099s nature, who set no meaning on the word tie,\\nor responsibility, and who was, therefore, the one\\nman in the world best calculated to kill Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nheart, and to anguish the faith and darken the sun\u00c2\u00ac\\nlight of her soul.\\nHe wondered vaguely to himself what could have\\nled Herrick to commit the blunder of making a mar\u00c2\u00ac\\nriage at all.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe was never born to bow to any moral bond;\\nmarriage to him means the death of liberty, and he\\nmust be free. Why did he choose this child? She\\nhas loveliness, it is true, but not the loveliness to\\nhold him a day. She was in his view a pauper\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u00a2\\nwhat, then, induced him to marry? or why, having\\ndecided to marry, did he not choose that other wom\u00c2\u00ac\\nan? Anne Foster is the very wife for such a man\\nas Herrick; passionate, strong-willed, fascinating,\\nessentially woman in the most dangerous sense of\\nthe word, as far apart from the other as the tulip is\\nfrom the violet. His equal, his superior; a clever\\ncompanion, and one always mistress of a situation.\\nHere was his fitting wife, and yet he must steal\\nthe other, and having stolen it, must do his best to\\ncrush the life out of it!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s thoughts were always tinged with this\\nbitterness when he caught a glimpse of Herrick\\nflashing through the streets in his private cab, or", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "188\\nAT CROSS PURPOSES.\\nwhen some mention of the popular young Baronet\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nmovements were printed as interesting news in\\nsome one of the papers.\\nHe was sorely tempted once or twice in those\\nwinter days, when he read of Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s departure to\\nMonte Carlo, where he covered himself with notori\u00c2\u00ac\\nety and ruin at the tables, to take a train to Bourne\u00c2\u00ac\\nmouth, and just gladden his eyes by a glimpse of\\nthe child-woman he knew now he loved as he should\\nnever love again. He was weaving Hetta into the\\nplot of the novel he was writing. She was his in\u00c2\u00ac\\nspiration, the poem of his life. He sometimes won\u00c2\u00ac\\ndered if she would understand or be glad if she\\ncould know what an influence she had grown to be\\nwith him. He owed her so much, he would say to\\nhimself sometimes, tenderly. Thought of Hetta\\nwooed him from thought of his old heavy trouble.\\nEven when grief had come to him in John Prin-\\nsep\u00e2\u0080\u0099s death, thought of Hetta had come to bring\\nhim a reminder that there was one who would have\\nwept tears with him over his faithful old friend could\\nshe have been told the story of his life. It was a\\ndreamland in which the man dwelt and worked, but\\nit was one that belonged to his nature and that did\\nhim infinite good. Out of this dreamland he was\\nawakened one cold, clear day of March. Walking\\nthrough Bond Street, a rare occurrence with him,\\nhe met Mrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s neat brougham, and with a", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "AT CROSS PURPOSES.\\n189\\nflash of pleasure caught a smile from Judith herself.\\nShe checked her carriage and called him to her.\\nDennison had a great sympathy for this woman,\\nstill beautiful, though no longer young.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI was thinking of you at this very moment, and\\nwondering where I could find you, Mr. Dennison.\\nI want you to come and dine with us to-night, if you\\nare disengaged.\\nDennison\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face flushed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI shall be delighted,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he murmured, quickly.\\nThe thought of meeting Hetta was at once a de\u00c2\u00ac\\nlight and a. pain.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLady Herrick is better, I hope?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he added hur\u00c2\u00ac\\nriedly.\\nMrs. Tempest nodded her head, but her smile\\nvanished.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFar from well, I am sorry to say, but undoubt\u00c2\u00ac\\nedly better. She is much troubled just now. You\\nmay have heard that Mrs. Lorrimer, her step\u00c2\u00ac\\nmother died last week. This is a grief to Hetta,\\nand an anxiety, too,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs. Tempest paused a mo\u00c2\u00ac\\nment. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know why I should not confide in\\nyou,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said. Then simply, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI feel, somehow, as\\nif you were an old friend, Mr. Dennison; you have\\nthe gift of true sympathy, you see. Well, then, I\\nwill tell you why my poor little Hetta is so troubled.\\nMrs. Lorrimer, in dying, has willed all her money\\nto the girl\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094and Judith paused again\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cand Anne\\nis going to dispute Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s right to the money.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "190\\nAT CROSS PURPOSES.\\nDennison looked as he felt, almost shocked.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThis is an anxiety indeed,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, speaking\\nwith some difficulty. Then more eagerly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cBut of\\ncourse it will be arranged. Lady Herrick and Miss\\nFoster could never quarrel.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHetta would not quarrel with any living crea\u00c2\u00ac\\nture; but Anne is different, you see. I am so\\ngrieved about it, for I had grown to like Anne.\\nHowever, come in and cheer us up this evening,\\nMr. Dennison. I must go now, I am on my way\\nto see a lawyer. We shall be quite alone,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs.\\nTempest said, as they clasped hands, and the car\u00c2\u00ac\\nriage began moving again. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is to say, only a\\nvery, very old friend of mine is coming, but you\\nwill like to meet Lord Glastonbury, I am sure;\\nhe is\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut what Mrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s last words were Gavin\\nnever knew. A sudden blaze of light seemed to\\ndance before his eyes, the ground seemed to rock\\nbeneath his feet for an instant, then his force of\\nwill and courage came back to him, and he walked\\non through the crowded streets slowly. Once\\nagain he was conscious of gratitude to Hetta. The\\ngreatest, most trying moment of his existence was\\nclose at hand, and yet even in such a moment he\\nremembered that Hetta was to greet him that night,\\nand in this memory the pain of the other was lost.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XV.\\nFACE TO FACE.\\nHetta was sitting alone in Mrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s draw\u00c2\u00ac\\ning-room when Dennison arrived that evening. The\\nman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart contracted with a sudden sharp pain as\\nhis eyes rested on her. He hardly knew her at first,\\nsorrow and illness had changed her so much. In\\none short year she had left her girlhood behind\\nher, yet she was, he saw this in one glance, infi\u00c2\u00ac\\nnitely more lovely now than she had ever been be\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore. The radiance of her happy youth had gone,\\nbut something exquisitely sweet had come in its\\nplace. Where once she had been the embodiment\\nof glowing joyous health she was now delicate,\\nfrail, ethereal; a creature so fragile that she seemed\\nbut a spirit passing through the world and pausing\\na brief while before winging her flight onwards.\\nShe wore a gown of some clinging black material,\\nand the sombre garb gave her height. A touch of\\ncolor and a flash of gladness came into her face as\\nshe saw Dennison, otherwise she was very, very\\npale; a white flower. She gave him both her little\\nhands in greeting.\\n(191)", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "192\\nFACE TO FACE.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am so glad to see you again, 1 she said; and\\nthen he caught the old girlish note of warmth and\\neagerness in her voice. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI was so pleased when\\nAunt Judie brought back the news that you were\\ncoming to-night.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin murmured something, he hardly knew\\nwhat; the touch of those little hands sent a thrill\\nthrough him that drove calmness from him for the\\nmoment. He had spent the hours since he had\\nparted from Mrs. Tempest in teaching himself the\\nlesson of strength and calmness for what lay be\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore him this evening, and in the matter of meeting\\nLord Glastonbury it was extraordinary how strong\\nand self-reliant he felt.\\nWith Hetta it was altogether a different matter,\\nhowever, and Gavin found in the very first moment\\nof their meeting that he had completely overrated\\nhis sense of self-control; he learnt, moreover, in\\nsuch a moment the full meaning of his feelings\\nfor this girl, who was wife to another man, and the\\ntruth, when it came, gave him a shock. Hetta\\nnoticed nothing of his strange, constrained manner;\\nshe found him changed, but changed altogether for\\nthe better. He had an air of distinction which was\\nquite apart from his well-cut clothes, and was some\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing that was rare in other men, even in the num\u00c2\u00ac\\nber of smart fashionable men she met nowadays.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "FACE) TO FACE.\\n193\\nShe attributed it and rightly, in a sense, to his new\\nposition, to his literary work, and to the pleasure\\nthat this work brought. Hope and success had\\ndone much for Gavin, and his contact with the\\nworld that was his proper sphere had rubbed away\\nswiftly that carelessness, that touch of shabbiness\\nin his appearance, which had fallen upon him in\\nhis days of teaching. Hetta found herself wonder\u00c2\u00ac\\ning, with a faint touch of amusement, if Mrs.\\nBeresford would have been able to patronize this\\nhandsome, distinguished young man, as she had\\nundoubtedly patronized and snubbed him when he\\nwas her boy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tutor?\\nThere was something about Gavin in his present\\nguise that would, she felt, hold even Mrs. Beresford\\nin check, and that was saying a great deal. She\\nbegan speaking to him about Bob, and they ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nchanged the news that the boy had written to them\\nboth. Bob was a good subject for conversation,\\nand a safe one.\\nGavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes noted, as he chatted on about his\\nold pupil, how fleeting were Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s smiles, and\\noften a sigh would flutter from her lips almost un\u00c2\u00ac\\nconsciously. He forced himself to enquire in con\u00c2\u00ac\\nventional fashion after Herrick. Had he not known\\nSir William was absent, he would not have accepted\\nMrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s invitation at all. Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "194\\nFACE) TO FACE.\\nsounded hurried as she answered him. She had\\nalready, poor child, grown accustomed to making\\nexcuses for her husband\u00e2\u0080\u0099s absence. She explained\\nthat Sir William was abroad.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI expect he will join me at Herrickbourne when\\nI go there next week; at least I hope so,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said,\\nand smiled with lips that trembled. It was with\\nan air of relief that she turned to greet Mrs. Tem\u00c2\u00ac\\npest, who entered the room at that instant. To\\nspeak of Herrick calmly was something she had\\nyet to learn.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am glad Lord Glastonbury is unpunctual for\\nonce/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Judith said, laughingly, as she clasped hands\\nwith Dennison, \u00e2\u0080\u009cfor I am disgracefully late. I\\nknow you will forgive me, however, Mr. Dennison,\\nwhen I tell you I only arrived home about half an\\nhour ago.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe is so sweet and good,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta said, in her\\npretty tender voice; \u00e2\u0080\u009cshe takes everyone\u00e2\u0080\u0099s troubles\\non her own shoulders.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Here the girl sighed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd she has just lifted a heavy weight from my\\nmind/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she added quietly.\\nJudith Tempest put her arm about the girl affec\u00c2\u00ac\\ntionately.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI told you of our little trouble this morning,\\ndid I not?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said to Dennison. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, we have\\nsoon brought the trouble to an end. Miss Foster\u00e2\u0080\u0099s", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "FACE TO FACE.\\n195\\nextraordinary attitude followed so quickly on her\\npoor mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s death, and this child has been so\\nmuch of an invalid, that for a moment we were too\\nbewildered to act in the only way possible.\u00e2\u0080\u009d She\\nsmiled down at Hetta encouragingly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe have,\\nof course, written to Miss Foster, resigning all\\nclaim whatever to the money that that good crea\u00c2\u00ac\\nture left behind her.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnne surprised me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hefcjta said, in a low voice.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI could not have believed it possible that she\\nwould have written me such a letter. She must\\nhave known poor Mrs. Lorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s intentions, and\\nshe could have prevented this if she had wished.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta sighed again. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAnne has always been\\nstrange and cold with me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said wistfully; \u00e2\u0080\u009cstill\\nI have never doubted her good heart, and I never\\nimagined she would have doubted me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest rushed eagerly in with consolation,\\nas was her custom.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have told Hetta I am sure Anne is as sorry\\nas we are for what she wrote. You know I got\\nto understand a little of Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s nature this last\\nyear when she was staying with me. She is an odd\\nnature, full of good, and yet capable of evil too.\\nI think she is the most jealous person I know. She\\nwas jealous that her poor mother should have re\u00c2\u00ac\\nmembered Hetta at the last; that was why she", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "196\\nFACE TO FACE.\\nwas angry. She wanted all her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s love and\\nremembrance for herself, and perhaps, after all, this\\nwas natural.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta smiled faintly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPerhaps,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, but Gavin saw she was un\u00c2\u00ac\\nconvinced, and that Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s attitude was causing\\nher real grief.\\nHe would have given all he possessed in the\\nworld to have said something gentle and consoling\\nto her, but words were not easy, and moreover,\\nat this moment the servant opened the door and\\nannounced the name that was graven upon his\\nheart, and Gavin had to turn and face the most\\neventful and painful moment in his life.\\nSight was not clear to him for a few seconds as\\nLord Glastonbury came into the room, and he\\nbowed his head almost involuntarily in answer to\\nthe presentation Mrs. Tempest made of one man\\nto the other; full consciousness, however, came\\nback to him by degrees, and as he turned to answer\\nsome words from Hetta, he was once again calm\\nand perfectly controlled.\\nLord Glastonbury stood with his face half averted\\nfrom the young man, in the few moments that fol\u00c2\u00ac\\nlowed before dinner was announced. If any sur\u00c2\u00ac\\nprise or other emotion had come into that cold,\\nclean cut face, not one of those present could notice", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "He was looking at her white loveliness", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "FACE TO FACE.\\n197\\nit. His voice, that famous voice which Gavin had\\nso often longed, yet dreaded to hear, sounded with\\nits usual even tone, as he stood chatting with his\\nhostess.\\nInstinctively Hetta and the younger man had\\ndrawn away. They went across the room to look\\nat a picture on the opposite wall.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am always a little afraid of Lord Glastonbury,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta said, softly, as they went. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is foolish of\\nme, for he is always charming to me; but I suppose\\nhe makes me feel insignificant. You see he is so\\ngrand, poor man!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nDennison was looking at her white loveliness,\\nnot at the picture she was pointing out to him.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy do you say poor man,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Lady Herrick?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe questioned, hurriedly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cSurely that is the last\\nword one should apply to so celebrated, so great\\na man as Lord Glastonbury?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know why I said it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta answered\\nhim, almost apologetically; \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut somehow I have a\\nsensation of pity for him. He has so much, and\\nyet so little, and then people say he has never for\u00c2\u00ac\\ngotten his wife\u00e2\u0080\u0094and oh! how sad it must be to\\nlive alone always, always alone, with one\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart\\nburied in a grave!\u00e2\u0080\u009d There were tears in Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nlovely eyes. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd yet,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was the sentence that\\ncame next, \u00e2\u0080\u009chow sweet to be remembered so long", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "198\\nFACE TO FACE.\\nand so faithfully. Do you know, Mr. Dennison,\\nwhy I am afraid to die? It is because I am afraid\\nof being forgotten. Oh! I suffer\u00e2\u0080\u0094I suffer when\\nI think of this. Forgetfulness in life is very bad,\\nbut then one can always hope to bring back re\u00c2\u00ac\\nmembrance; but forgetfulness after death, oh\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHetta, Hetta, what doleful things are you say\u00c2\u00ac\\ning?\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Mrs. Tempest, in dismay\u00e2\u0080\u0094she had\\nswept up to them in her long black robes, a queenly\\nwoman still. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you know that dinner is an\u00c2\u00ac\\nnounced, and that you are to lead the way with\\nMr. Dennison?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWith a smile and a blush, Hetta brushed the\\ntears from her eyes and took Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arm.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou must forgive me, I\u00e2\u0080\u0094I am full of strange,\\nsad thoughts just now. Perhaps I shall grow better\\nsoon, but life seemed to change and darken for me\\nwhen my daddy went, and\u00e2\u0080\u0094and afterwards too.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTo those who think at all life must ever have\\nits gray clouds,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Dennison said.\\nHe spoke with constraint. What words could\\nhe say to such pathetic words as these? Better\\nwas it for him to seem dull, stupid, unsympathetic,\\nthan to let one glimmer of his true feelings escape\\nhim. And he understood her so well, far better\\nthan she did herself, poor child! He read the\\nanguish of her heart beneath those broken words.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "FACE) TO FACE.\\n190\\nIt seemed to him an incomprehensible thing that\\nthere lived a man so blind, so insensible to life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nbest and truest possibilities of happiness as Herrick\\nwas proving himself to be; that any man could so\\nsoon tire of SO\u00e2\u0080\u0099 fair and tender and pure a creature\\nas Hetta, was another point that was impossible\\nfor Gavin to grasp.\\nHe knew, of course, that he was very differently\\nconstituted to men of Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s class, and that with\\nthis class depth, fidelity, or strength of affection did\\nnot exist, still he had not enough of the world\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nsophistry in him to make such things comprehensi\u00c2\u00ac\\nble to him.\\nIn the case of Herrick, he found the man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s in\u00c2\u00ac\\ndifference to his young wife a matter that was worse\\nthan strange, it was criminal, and a hot rush of\\nanger seized him as he looked upon the pathetic\\nyoung face and realized what life meant to her and\\nto her future.\\nSo deeply moved and touched was he by the\\ncertain knowledge of the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sorrow, that the\\nordeal he was called upon to bear this night was\\nweakened and made simple in consequence. Never\\nin the days of those old miserable moods, back in\\nhis life with John Prinsep, and in the years that\\nfollowed, could Gavin have dreamed that an hour\\nwould come when he would find himself seated", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "200\\nFACE TO FACE.\\nat the same table with the father who had so cruelly\\ndisowned him, he himself treating the strange cir\u00c2\u00ac\\ncumstances as coldly, as calmly, as unconcernedly\\nas the greatest stranger to the truth might have\\ndone. Yet such was the case, and for this wonder\u00c2\u00ac\\nful thing Gavin knew he had to thank the young\\ncreature who sat beside him, so unconscious of her\\npower over his heart, so gentle, sweet, and inno\u00c2\u00ac\\ncently dangerous to his life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hopes and dreams,\\nGavin found himself meeting the eyes of the man\\nopposite to him quite easily.\\nLord Glastonbury\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face was one that few had\\ntried to read. It was a handsome face, worn, cyni\u00c2\u00ac\\ncal, attractive; but it was a face from which the\\nwarmth of life itself seemed to have been drawn\\nlong ago. The color had faded from the skin,\\nfrom the clean-shaved lips; only the eyes retained\\ntheir color and their fire. Conversation did not\\nlanguish at this small dinner. Gavin found himself\\ntalking as he had never talked before. The gift of\\neloquence seemed to have been given him. All\\nthe wealth of his past years of study and cultiva\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion was drawn upon in this moment. He felt\\nhimself the equal of the man who had despised and\\ndenied him. In truth, as the hours wore away, it\\nbecame apparent, even to the two women who list\u00c2\u00ac\\nened to what was being said, without grasping fully", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "FACE TO FACE.\\n201\\nthe depth or significance of the matter discussed,\\nthat this comparatively unknown man was superior\\nin knowledge to the great Lord Glastonbury him\u00c2\u00ac\\nself.\\nThey spoke of many things, and many languages\\nwere introduced. Gavin s mind went back to those\\nold days in the rectory school-room when John\\nPrinsep had put into the fresh young brain all that\\nhis own brain and education had to give, and when\\nhe had prophesied great things for this brilliant\\npupil.\\nA mist of unshed tears came over Gavin s eyes\\nas he recalled this dear, faithful, sweet-minded old\\nman, who had given him more than a father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s love\\nand care, and a sort of new hardness and resent\u00c2\u00ac\\nment was born in his thoughts for the man sitting\\nopposite to him who had turned from his innocent\\nchild so wantonly, and as wantonly had darkened\\na boyhood and a manhood by his relentless anger\\nand suggestion of dishonor.\\nOnce when Dennison had quoted from some old\\nbut rare book, Lord Glastonbury looked at him\\ndirect.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYour erudition is remarkable, Mr. Dennison.\\nYour university days have something more than\\na good sporting record to boast of. Are you an\\nOxford or a Cambridge man?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "202\\nFACE TO FACE.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have never seen either university, save from\\nthe outside, Lord Glastonbury,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the young man\\nreplied, coldly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cSuch knowledge as I have I got\\nfrom my only master, a certain old country clergy\u00c2\u00ac\\nman who, God rest his soul, is just dead. My\\nreading has been comprehensive; then I have\\ntraveled also, and have had much opportunity for\\ngathering information. I was a tutor for several\\nyears.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAn arduous life,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the Earl said, with courtesy,\\nbut with equal coldness. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI congratulate you and\\nsociety in general on your emergence from such a\\ncareer. We have too few men of your calibre. I\\nsuppose a parliamentary life has never appealed to\\nyou?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin shook his head.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCircumstances have never led me to even within\\nreasonable distance of imagining such a thing.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHis voice was still cold, but he spoke with the\\ngreatest ease.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy not contemplate it now?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Mrs. Tem\u00c2\u00ac\\npest, gaily. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you know I have made a great\\ndiscovery, Lord Glastonbury; it is, no doubt, only\\nmy fancy, but I do assure you I trace a great re\u00c2\u00ac\\nsemblance in Mr. Dennison to yourself. Do you\\nsee what I mean, Hetta? The shape of the face\\nis so wonderfully alike, and then the voice! Mr.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "FACE TO FACE.\\n203\\nDennison, I hope you are aware I am paying you\\nan enormous compliment, but your voice at times\\nsounds to me like an echo of Lord Glastonbury\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nvoice.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIt was Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes that noted the hot flush that\\ndyed Dennison\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face, which was followed by a\\npallor that made him worn and old; but before\\neither man could make a reply to Mrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nspeech, or Hetta could fully realize the emotion\\nthat had swept across Dennison so powerfully there\\ncame an unexpected addition to the dinner party\\nin the person of Herrick, who opened the door\\nand walked in as unconcernedly as though he had\\nparted from his wife in the morning, instead of\\nhaving been absent a period of time bordering on\\nseveral months.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XVI.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMY LORD,\u00e2\u0080\u009d HE SAID, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI HAVE NO FATHER.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThat night was destined to be one marked for\u00c2\u00ac\\never in Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s memory, even as it was marked in\\nGavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s. At sight of her husband she had become\\na changed creature; she was beautiful beyond de\u00c2\u00ac\\nscription in her innocent delight at seeing him\\nagain. It touched the hearts of the three who\\nwatched her greeting of Herrick. She had risen\\nwith the abandon of a child, and had flung herself\\ninto his arms with a cry of happiness and afterwards\\nshe had remembered she was not alone, and had\\napologized with hot blushes.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0094I have not seen him for such a long time,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe said, and she looked at Lord Glastonbury as\\nshe spoke, as being the eldest and most important\\nperson present.\\nHerrick seemed to be in high spirits. He had\\naccepted his wife\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sweet welcome in a complacent\\nmood, and not even the presence of his aunt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nguests, neither of whom were men he cared about,\\ncould upset his serenity. As for Mrs. Tempest, she\\nwas radiantly pleased to see her \u00e2\u0080\u009cboy\u00e2\u0080\u009d again.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI feel quite inclined to be sentimental and to\\n204", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cMY LORD\u00e2\u0080\u009d HE SAID, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI HAVE NO FATHER.\u00e2\u0080\u009d 205\\nsing, \u00e2\u0080\u0098Oh, Willie we have missed you/ only I know\\nmy Will does not appreciate music; besides, I must\\nbe more practical. Will, please order your dinner.\\nI suppose you are as hungry as a hunter.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut it appeared that Sir William had dined, and\\nin a very little while the three men joined the\\nladies in the drawing-room.\\nHetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s delight at seeing her husband gave Mrs.\\nTempest a pang.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd all this time when she has been so sweet\\nand brave, she has been dying to see him. Ah! I\\nexpect now Will has come home, my little invalid\\nwill soon be well again.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin had a double sensation in meeting Her\u00c2\u00ac\\nrick. He was relieved that a third person had\\narrived to break the horrible tension of that quarter\\nof an hour he and Lord Glastonbury would have\\nbeen compelled to spend alone after dinner, but\\nSir William s coming brought a sharp pain with it.\\nHetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s joy at sight of him recalled Gavin with\\none touch to the bitter reality of the case.\\nShe was to him the loveliest, most desirable, most\\ndear of earthly creatures, yet she could never be\\ndearer to him than this; and even were she free,\\nthe love she gave this other would have built a\\nbarrier between them probably forever.\\nWith the discernment that comes with love, he\\nread beneath the surface of Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s good-\\nhumored manner, and he saw that the man was", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "206 \u00e2\u0080\u009cMY LORD,\u00e2\u0080\u009d HE SAID, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI HAVE NO FATHER.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nrestless and anxious too. The lightness of his man\u00c2\u00ac\\nner was assumed perhaps for the first time in his\\nlife.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSomething has happened to touch him person\u00c2\u00ac\\nally Dennison said to himself, with contempt for\\nHerrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s supreme selfishness springing into being\\nalmost naturally. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe does not see that anything\\nis wrong, neither does Mrs. Tempest, but\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094and\\nhere Gavin was guilty of a very cynical thought\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cbut I fancy it can only be a necessity that has\\nbrought him home in this unexpected way.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe relief Gavin felt in Sir William\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arrival, in\\none sense, was not shared by Lord Glastonbury.\\nThe statesman and older man had absolutely no\\nsympathy for a flaneur such as Herrick had ever\\nbeen, and he grew very cold and distant after Her\u00c2\u00ac\\nrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s husband had arrived. He exchanged no\\ndirect word with Gavin, yet he was conscious of\\nevery movement the young man made, and he\\nlistened attentively to all Mrs. Tempest had to tell\\nhim about her other guest. His face was as mask\u00c2\u00ac\\nlike as ever as he spoke his appreciation of Mr.\\nDennison\u00e2\u0080\u0099s talents.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAn unusual man,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said in his deliberate way.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCloudesley\u00e2\u0080\u0099s secretary, you tell me, and a rising\\nliterary star. Well, he will rise very high before\\nhe has finished.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am so glad you like him, dear Lord Glaston\u00c2\u00ac\\nbury,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Judith Tempest said warmly; \u00e2\u0080\u009cboth little", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cMY LORD,\u00e2\u0080\u009d HE SAID, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI HAVE NO FATHER.\u00e2\u0080\u009d 207\\nHetta and I are quite fond of Mr. Dennison. By-\\nthe-way, it is odd, but his name too has a connec\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion with your family, has it not? I wonder, now,\\nif there is any distant kinship between you? That\\nwould account for the marked resemblance I see.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Glastonbury looked across the room to\\nwhere Gavin was standing glancing at a book. Sir\\nWilliam had drawn his wife into an inner room\\nand was talking rapidly. It was evident he had\\nsomething very important to say to her. Gavin\\nhad wandered away from that inner room and was\\nstanding apparently lost in contemplation of his\\nbook, whilst this little conversation was passing\\nbetween Mrs. Tempest and her distinguished guest.\\nLord Glastonbury paused a moment while his eye\\nrested on the distant figure, with an expression\\nthat would have been wholly impossible to describe.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy not ask Mr. Dennison to give you his\\nfamily history,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said grimly, and he raised his\\nvoice a little. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt may be as you say, that his\\nancestors and mine were once linked in kinship.\\nIf so, the honor lies on my side.\u00e2\u0080\u009d He rose here as\\nthough moved by some uncontrollable emotion,\\nand crossed the room in his slow, stately way.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMrs. Tempest has suggested to me a theory that\\nmay seem allied to a possibility, Mr. Dennison,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe said in slow, distinct tones. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe has, as you\\nheard at dinner-time, traced a likeness in your\\nphysique and mine; now she has further discovered", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "208 \u00e2\u0080\u009cMY LORD,\u00e2\u0080\u009d HE) SAID, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI HAVE NO FATHER.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\na connection in our names. Dennison has a place\\nin my many names, as perhaps you are aware. Now,\\nif I may presume to question, may I ask if you\\nhappen to know if your father is any way related\\nto the Glastonbury family?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin turned; he put down the book he held\\nquietly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, firmly and coldly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI have\\nno father, no family, not a living creature on earth\\nwhom I can claim as being my kin. I am a name\u00c2\u00ac\\nless man. What I am I owe to the good creature\\nwhom I saw laid in the grave a few sad months\\nago. In John Prinsep I had my all\u00e2\u0080\u0094he was my\\nfather, my guide, my friend\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Glastonbury stretched out his hand; it was\\na gesture almost of pain.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLet me ask your pardon,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, and now his\\nvoice was broken and hoarse. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI have trespassed\\nunknowingly in questioning you as I have done.\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0094beg you will give me your hand, Mr. Dennison.\\nI am leaving,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he added more hurriedly, as he saw\\nGavin hesitate. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThis will not be farewell, I hope,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe went on, as the young man held out his hand,\\nand it was clasped. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know, doubtless, where\\nI am to be found. I deny myself to most people,\\nbut you shall always be welcome.\u00e2\u0080\u009d His fingers\\nclosed as in a grip over the hand he held, then\\nbefore the hot emotion had had time to die away\\nfrom Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart and brain, he had turned and", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "Lord Glastonbury looked at him keenly.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cMY LORD,\u00e2\u0080\u009d HE) SAID, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI HAVE) NO FATHER.\u00e2\u0080\u009d 209\\nwas bidding Mrs. Tempest \u00e2\u0080\u009cgood-night,\u00e2\u0080\u009d with his\\ninimitable courtesy.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou have made a rare conquest, Mr. Dennison,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJudith said, as the door closed on that tall, aristo\u00c2\u00ac\\ncratic form. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI have never known Lord Glaston\u00c2\u00ac\\nbury to be so deeply interested in anyone as he is\\nin you. I hope you will cultivate his acquaintance.\\nIt is not merely that he is useful in a worldly sense,\\nbut he is a great man in his way, and, I fear a\\nnot very happy one. Oh! you are not going, too!\\nI must have a chat with you, and Hetta will sing.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have work to do,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Gavin said, wearily. He\\nhad thought himself so strong, so cold, so proud,\\nbut to-night\u00e2\u0080\u0099s emotions had left him weak and\\nworn. Besides, his ear had caught sounds of angry\\nwords from within that inner room, and somehow\\nhe felt, rather than knew, that Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s joy was gone,\\nand that she was shedding tears, and his endurance\\nwould not go to the length of bearing this.\\nAs he was taking his departure, Herrick emerged\\nfrom the dim light of the alcove. His face was\\nvery dark and angry.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am going your way, I think,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said to Gavin.\\nHe kissed Mrs. Tempest hurriedly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cGood-night,\\naunt Judie. I must be off now; I will run in early\\nin the morning. I have any amount of letters to\\nwrite to-night.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is something quite new, Will,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs. Tem\u00c2\u00ac\\npest said with a nervous laugh.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "210 \u00e2\u0080\u009cMY LORD,\u00e2\u0080\u009d HE SAID, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI HAVE NO FATHER.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe was instantly conscious that there was trou\u00c2\u00ac\\nble of some sort; but she was far too tactful to show\\nher anxiety, or to press him to remain, although\\nshe had, of course, imagined he had come to stay\\na few days at least. She waited even a good five\\nminutes after the young men had gone before she\\nwent into the inner room to find Hetta. She too,\\nfelt that the girl was weeping, and she wanted her\\nto have time to recover before seeking her.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d her tender heart asked more than\\nonce, as she stood there. She had seen a startling\\ndifference in Herrick when he said \u00e2\u0080\u009cgood-bye.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLike Gavin, she at once scented a personal trouble,\\nand of no light nature.\\nAfter pausing a while, moving about gathering\\nup her papers, her gloves, her fan, preparatory to\\ngoing upstairs, she moved at last into the inner\\nroom, and as she saw that it was empty, she was\\nconscious of a blow. It was no small quarrel that\\nhad driven Hetta away from the tender sympathy\\nof her embrace. The trouble promised to be greater\\neven than she had feared. Judith stooped and\\npicked up a little lace handkerchief from the floor\\nat her feet, dropped by the girl in her flight to\\nsolitude. It was wet with tears, and fragile as it\\nwas, lay heavy in her hand, a symbol of the heart\\nfrom which these tears had been wrung.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs. Tempest said to herself, with a sigh\\nthat was laden itself with tears, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthank Heaven my", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cMY LORD,\u00e2\u0080\u009d HE SAID, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI HAVE NO FATHER.\u00e2\u0080\u009d 211\\npoor little Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s father lies in his grave; he is\\nat least spared the suffering of watching his bimbo\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nheart break slowly but surely! How I dreaded\\nthis! and yet how powerless I have been to prevent\\nit. Will will play with Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart as lightly as\\nhe has played with toys in his childhood. To stand\\nby and do nothing is terrible, yet to speak, to try\\nand show him the meaning of duty, of responsi\u00c2\u00ac\\nbility seems almost useless\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSoftly the gentle-hearted woman went up the\\nstairs to her room. Outside the door of Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nroom she paused; but all was silent, so with another\\nsigh, she passed onwards.\\nIt was not till nearly a week later that Judith\\nTempest knew what had happened between Hetta\\nand her husband that evening of his return. The\\ngirl had left her early the next day.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI must go to Herrickbourne,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said in ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nplanation. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWill wishes it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest let her go without protest.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShall I accompany you, darling?\u00e2\u0080\u009d was all she\\nasked, ignoring the poor pale face, with its dark\\ntear stains, but Hetta shook her head.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf you will forgive me, dear Aunt Judie,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nsaid, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI think I had better go by myself.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThey parted therefore without any further word,\\nand there was silence between them till Hetta wrote.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "212 \u00e2\u0080\u009cMY LORD,\u00e2\u0080\u009d HE SAID, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI HAVE NO FATHER.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest was growing very anxious when this\\nletter reached her.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have wanted to speak to you so much all this\\nweek, dearest and tenderest friend,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was what the\\ngirl said in her letter; \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut when things are very\\nsimple to say, somehow they seem to be hardest.\\nPerhaps you will guess some of the truth. Yes,\\nI am very, very unhappy. Oh! far more unhappy\\nthan I had ever dreamed it possible I could be\\nafter my other sorrow. The words Will said to\\nme the night before I left you ring in my ears\\nperpetually. I had to come away by myself to try\\nand think it all out, to try and see a way clear out\\nof this horrible darkness. I suppose I have been\\nonly a silly child all this time, or I should have\\nprepared myself to know my happiness could not\\nlast.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cEven now I cannot, cannot believe that it is\\nbroken and broken so terribly. Perhaps Will was\\nonly angry when he said he had ruined himself in\\nmarrying me. I have tried to think it was only\\nanger, but dear, dear Aunt Judie, you see it is so\\ntrue. I had nothing to give him, nothing but my\\nheart and my love, and those do not count for\\nmuch, I fear, in real hard life. Will was angry\\nwith me because I had given back to Anne the\\nmoney poor Mrs. Lorrimer wished me to have.\\nHe frightened me, he was so angry. I did not\\ndream he could object to what we had done. I", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cMY LORD,\u00e2\u0080\u009d HE SAID, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI HAVE NO FATHER.\u00e2\u0080\u009d 213\\nshowed him Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cruel letter to me, but he only\\nlaughed at it, and called me a fool, and then he\\nsaid words which I did not understand, but which\\nrend my heart when I remember them.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! dearest Aunt Judie, I feel very tired and\\nheart-weary. You know how I love Will, how I\\nlong to prove myself worthy to be his wife, yet you\\nsee how constantly I fail. Does Will love me any\\nlonger\u00e2\u0080\u0094or has he ever loved me? These are the\\nquestions that are beating into my brain, that seem\\nto eat my life away. I am bewildered with trouble.\\nI could not take this money from Anne; it seems\\ncruel, but I hope I shall never see Anne again,\\nnever even have communication with her. Yet\\nWill seemed in great trouble; he seems to- have\\nbuilt on this money, and he told me we were ruined\\nif we did not get it. I am so grieved to bring my\\ntrouble to you; I have fought it alone all this week,\\nbut it has conquered me, and so I come to you.\\nHelp me! Oh! help me to get back Will\u00e2\u0080\u0099s love.\\nIf I have done wrong I will beg forgiveness on my\\nknees. I do 1 not feel I have done wrong, but some\\nof the fault must be mine.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Here the letter broke\\noff as though the writer could go no further. Then\\nin a blurred, indistinct way came a few more words:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! Aunt Judie, I love him, I love him. Ask\\nhim to be kind to me or I die,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYour loving little,\\nHETTA.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XVII.\\nHETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S greatest sorrow.\\nJudith Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s reply to that heartbroken little\\nletter was given to Hetta in twofold fashion. She\\ndid not content herself merely by writing imme\u00c2\u00ac\\ndiately a long, tender letter full of every gentle,\\nconsoling, and wise word one good woman could\\ngive another; she sent for Herrick to come to her.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHeaven knows if I shall do good, or only greater\\nevil,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said to herself sadly enough, as she\\npenned a few cold words to the man both Hetta\\nand she loved so well, and so unwisely; \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut I\\ncannot remain silent. Will has some respect and\\nconsideration for me, I think; at any rate I must\\ntry and do something.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHerrick responded to her note at once. He had\\nmade it a rule to pay all due attention to Mrs.\\nTempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wishes. In his curious way, which was\\nso wholly selfish, he had a liking for this widow of\\nhis uncle. As has been shown, he was essentially\\na man who set a value on what the world valued.\\nWhile Hetta was young, fresh and beautiful, she\\nhad a certain place in his estimation, and Judith\\n214", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "HETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GREATEST SORROW.\\n215\\nTempest because of her popularity and her renown\\nas a woman famous for her charm and beauty,\\nshared with Hetta this honor.\\nApart from this, however, there was the knowl\u00c2\u00ac\\nedge of the money Judith had in her possession\\nto bequeath, and this was a potent reason for put\u00c2\u00ac\\nting himself a little on one side occasionally.\\nHe was perfectly aware, of course, that Mrs.\\nTempest was going to talk to him about his domes\u00c2\u00ac\\ntic affairs; probably also about his extravagance.\\nIn fact, Herrick rather wanted the last subject to be\\nbroached, as he desired to have certain annoyances\\nsettled by his aunt; a matter he had no doubt what\u00c2\u00ac\\never would be comfortably arranged.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHere I am\u00e2\u0080\u0094quite ready for your scolding,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he\\nsaid in his frank, boyish way, as soon as he entered\\nJudith\u00e2\u0080\u0099s room. He flung himself into a chair, and\\nsmiled at the perplexed, anxious face opposite.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cConfess now, Aunt Judie. You are longing to\\nbox my ears.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJudith stifled a sigh. The impossibility, the\\nhopelessness of dealing with this nature\u00e2\u0080\u0094of seeking\\nfor some grain or gleam of humanity in this splen\u00c2\u00ac\\ndid, happy, healthy creature, came to her as it had\\nnever come before.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI want to touch your heart, if I can, Will, dear,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe answered him, in a low voice involuntarily, as\\nit were.\\nHerrick laughed.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "216\\nHETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S greatest sorrow.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cQuite useless!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, good-humoredly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou\\nknow, long ago, you used to say you did not be\u00c2\u00ac\\nlieve I had a heart to lose\u00e2\u0080\u0094well, I will add to this,\\nand say I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t believe I have a heart to touch,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe bent his head a little to sniff the flower in his\\nbuttonhole\u00e2\u0080\u0094a characteristic trick with him\u00e2\u0080\u0094and\\nhis face took a slightly hard look. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI suppose\\nHetta has been giving you a catalogue of her\\nwoes?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, stifling a yawn, after a little pause.\\nMrs. Tempest had taken up some fancy needle\u00c2\u00ac\\nwork, but her stitches were going all astray.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHetta is very unhappy, Will,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, when\\nshe spoke.\\nSir William nodded his head.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, I suppose she is,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, indifferently;\\nhe paused a moment. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHetta is one of those sort\\nof women who must be unhappy, Aunt Judie,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he\\nsaid, then, reflectively. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI know heaps like her.\\nShe must have her grievance\u00e2\u0080\u0094life would not be\\nlife without it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s needle ran through the cambric\\nshe held in very unsteady fashion.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI think,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said slowly, and with a reproach\\ngreater than she even was aware of hardening her\\nvoice, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI think I never saw a happier, brighter,\\nmerrier girl than Hetta was when first I met her.\\nI know perfectly well the kind of women you speak", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "HETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GREATEST SORROW.\\n217\\nof, Will, and I grant you such women do exist,\\nbut you do Hetta an injustice when you class her\\namong them.\u00e2\u0080\u009d She put her work down, suddenly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWill, are you growing tired of this child?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nasked him, quietly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou can speak plainly to me,\\nyou know. I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know that I have the right\\nto ask so sorrowful a question, but I feel I must\\nknow, so that I may see best how to advise\u00e2\u0080\u0094how\\nto\u00e2\u0080\u0094act.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSir William looked at her sharply out of his hand\u00c2\u00ac\\nsome eyes. Her last three words conveyed a wrong\\nimpression to him. Irritated and bored as he was\\nby Hetta, by his marriage tie altogether, he felt\\nit was not the moment to speak the truth; a com\u00c2\u00ac\\npromise was infinitely more satisfactory. Besides\\nhe was only half a scoundrel. He was annoyed\\nwith Hetta, and he was capable of cruelty to her\\nnow or at any time; but he was also perfectly well\\naware that he would have been just as annoyed\\nand cruel to any other woman who had chanced to\\nbe his wife.\\nHetta was at any rate submissive and adoring,\\nand though she might weep floods he could always\\nkeep her at a distance, a matter he might have\\nfound very difficult with another kind of woman\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nwith Anne for instance. He was passing through\\na new phase of anger with Anne also at this mo-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "218\\nHETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GREATEST SORROW.\\nment. Hetta, of course, had behaved like a \u00e2\u0080\u009ccon\u00c2\u00ac\\nfounded little fool\u00e2\u0080\u009d in relinquishing her claim to\\nthe money Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mother has bequeathed her; but\\nAnne he considered, was not treating him very well\\nin allowing this matter to be settled so much to\\nhis disadvantage.\\nIt was not in the least what he had expected\\nfrom Anne, imagining as he did that, despite her\\nstrained and cold manner with him, the passion of\\nher love for him was as great, if not greater than\\never. He did not intend to sit down quietly and\\nlet Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pride rob him of such a large sum of\\nmoney; but there must be a lapse of time before\\nhe could touch this money, and in the meanwhile\\nhis necessities were not only pressing but tremen\u00c2\u00ac\\ndous, and it was from Mrs. Tempest he must obtain\\nimmediate relief. It behoved him, therefore, to\\nconciliate Judith as quickly as possible.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDear Aunt Judie,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, in his frankest way,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t pose to be any better than any other man,\\nnor do I think I am any worse than thousands of\\neveryday men. I care for Hetta very much, but\\nshe has the faults of a child, and she does not think\\nhow awfully trying perpetual woe and weeping is\\nto a man. I was as sorry as anything when the\\npoor old Colonel died, still, I could not sit in sack\u00c2\u00ac\\ncloth and ashes all my life mourning for him, now,", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "HETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GREATEST SORROW.\\n219\\ncould I? Well, Hetta has been weeping for her\\nfather for nearly a year now, and it gets a bit\\nwearisome. We men, you know,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Herrick said\\nwith his ready laugh and his air of delightful can\u00c2\u00ac\\ndor, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwe men are all selfish beasts, especially when\\nwe happen to be particularly strong and healthy.\\nYou might just give Hetta a tip not to be so\\nmournful. She has cried so much she has almost\\nspoiled her eyes. I never can understand why you\\nwomen are so deucedly fond of tears; they knock\\nyour looks all to little bits, and they never do any\\ngood you know.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJudith Tempest smiled though she sighed. She\\nwas, however, impressed by what he said, and she\\nknew the world well enough to imagine Sir William\\nwas quite sincere.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe women cling to many foolish customs,\\nWill,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said softly, when she spoke. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI suppose\\nas long as human nature is human nature we shall\\nalways find relief in tears. But you have taken a\\nload from my heart. Hetta is, as you say, only a\\nchild, but she is beginning to learn the lesson of\\nlife, and oh! Will dear, she is so fond of you, and\\nsuffers so much when she thinks you are angry.\\nWill you not run down to Herrickbourne and see\\nher? or let her come up to you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI will send her a wire when I leave you. She", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "220\\nHETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GREATEST SORROW.\\nhad better come to town. I am full of odds and\\nends of business, and cannot get away very easily.\\nMrs. Tempest knew perfectly well what this\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cbusiness meant.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHetta said something in her letter about this\\nLorrimer money. You are angry with her because\\nshe has decided, of course, not to take it.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see the \u00e2\u0080\u0098of course\u00e2\u0080\u0099 very clearly,\u00e2\u0080\u0099\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Herrick\\nsaid, rising as he spoke, and doing his best to curb\\nhis irritation. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMrs. Lorrimer was Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s step\u00c2\u00ac\\nmother, she derived immense social advantage from\\nher marriage with Colonel Lorrimer; there seems\\nto me nothing preposterous in the fact that at her\\ndeath she should leave something to Hetta.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nMrs. Tempest looked troubled.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt was Anne who made it impossible for Hetta\\nto have anything to do with the matter. Her letter\\nwas really most hard for Hetta to bear. You can\u00c2\u00ac\\nnot surely wish your wife to be subjected to such\\naccusations as this letter contained?\u00e2\u0080\u0099\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nHerrick laughed smoothly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy dear Aunt Judie,\u00e2\u0080\u0099\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he said, in an amused\\nsort of way, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat letter was all part of a little\\ndrama. Anne hates Hetta, and for a very good\\nreason of her own, a reason with which her\\nmother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s money has no sort of connection what\u00c2\u00ac\\never.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\u00e2\u0080\u0099", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "HETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GREATEST SORROW.\\n221\\nMrs. Tempest was silent. There came to her\\nmind in that moment those words of fear and doubt\\nthat poor Colonel Lorrimer had spoken to her that\\nbygone day on the ice, when he had opened his\\nheart to her in confidence.\\nShe could not say why it was this memory should\\nhave come to her now, but it came surely enough,\\nand added to the words Herrick had just spoken,\\nit made her pained and uneasy too. She changed\\nthe subject from Anne hurriedly; why also she did\\nthis she could not have explained very clearly, and\\nshe began instead to speak of his business.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou have lost money at the tables she asked\\nhim quite directly.\\nHerrick confessed that this was the case.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI had such confounded luck,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said in ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nplanation, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand I began so well too! The usual\\nstory!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest looked and felt grave.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know, Will, you are not in a position to\\ngamble, even ever so little.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSir William moved himself impatiently. What\\non earth was the use of her telling him this well\\nknown fact?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI simply cannot help gambling, Aunt Judie,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe said, putting all the charm of which he was\\ncapable into his delightful frank voice and manner.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "222\\nHETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GREATEST SORROW.\\nJudith looked at him and smiled faintly. She\\nknew her folly in loving him, but she could not\\nresist the charm any the more for realizing her folly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow much have you lost, Will?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked him,\\ngently.\\nHe hesitated a moment and then gave her a\\nsum which was just half of what he really owed;\\nit was sufficiently large to make Judith start and\\nturn pale.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! Will!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, and her voice was eloquent\\nwith reproach.\\nHe came across the room and kissed her.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI told you to box my ears, you know!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said,\\nhalf laughingly, half seriously.\\nMrs. Tempest kissed him back, but he saw she\\nwas greatly perturbed. In fact, for the moment,\\nshe saw no way of obtaining so large a sum of\\nready money.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou have to meet this immediately?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked.\\nHerrick nodded his head.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am afraid I must; but look, Aunt Judie, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nyou bother, I can manage somehow.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest kissed him with a touch of passion.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know you are never a bother, dear,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nsaid, and then she dropped into a business manner,\\nand went into the matter as fully as she could.\\nHerrick did not think it worth while to tell her", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "HETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GREATEST SORROW.\\n223\\nthat he had already borrowed money on Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nsmall town house, and that Herrickbourne was\\nheavily mortgaged. He knew he could not get all\\nhe wanted out of this one quarter, but he looked to\\nAnne to set him on his legs again.\\nWhen he parted from his aunt that day, it was\\nwith a cheque for several hundreds in his pocket,\\nwhich would come in most usefully for petty cash,\\nand with an understanding that he was to meet\\nJudith at her lawyer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s on the morrow, and arrange\\nto get together the money he needed somehow.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd you will telegraph to Hetta, dear, will\\nyou not?\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs*. Tempest had asked, as they parted.\\nHerrick was in a radiant humor.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI will bring her up at once, poor baby,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said\\ngaily. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI will send a wire now.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA promise he fulfilled, to the startling joy of the\\npoor desolate girl down at Herrickbourne, who\\nwas living in a dream of misery, till some words\\nof comfort should reach her from Judith. It was\\na pale, tear-stained, yet pathetically lovely creature\\nwho obeyed that command, and journeyed up to\\nLondon to join Herrick, and as Hetta looked on\\nher handsome husband once more, and realized\\nhis anger was gone, she tried to soar once again\\ninto the realms of that brief joyous happiness which\\nhad been hers, when first her life had been linked\\nto his.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "224\\nHETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GREATEST SORROW.\\nBut though the old glamour returned, and Her\u00c2\u00ac\\nrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s good humor gave her relief instead of misery,\\nthe blow he had struck her heart had been too\\ncrushing to pass wholly away. She loved still,\\nperhaps in a sense more passionately, more in\u00c2\u00ac\\ntensely than before; but a strange feeling came\\nupon Hetta in this hour of reunion with her hus\u00c2\u00ac\\nband, a feeling that though she loved still, her love\\nwas given to something that had passed\u00e2\u0080\u0094to an\\nillusion, to a remembrance of some creature who\\nhad seemed to her once a very god of goodness\\nand beauty, but who, by his own doing had stripped\\nhimself of all that was true, and good and beautiful,\\nand shown himself as pitifully selfish, cruel, and\\neven unworthy.\\nLike the sweet, honest creature she was, Hetta\\nfought hard and constantly with herself to bring\\nan end to this strange, sad thing. She felt as if\\nshe were committing some wrong to be so acutely\\nconscious of Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wrong-doing*, but as Judith\\nhad said, the girl was learning the lesson of life\\neach day, each hour she lived now, and as this\\nlesson was unfolded before her eyes, as the knowl\u00c2\u00ac\\nedge of what was right and what was crooked,\\nwhat was good and what was evil was put before\\nher, it was impossible even for such faith as Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nto live unshaken against such overwhelming proof", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "HETTA\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GREATEST SORROW.\\n225\\nof the unworthiness of the man in whom she tried,\\nand desired still, to believe as she had believed.\\nShe came back to her little house, and took up\\nher daily life with Herrick, but she knew herself\\nto be a changed woman, and the sorrow that had\\nrent her young- heart when her father had gone\\nto the grave, and her eagerly wished for child had\\nbeen born to her dead, was not greater, if so great,\\nas the sorrow that ate into her heart as she realized\\nthe true nature of the man whom she had married.\\nLife had its constant troubles for Hetta in the sum\u00c2\u00ac\\nmer weeks that followed, but no trouble was so\\nvivid, so painful to her as the knowledge that her\\nlove for Herrick was dead; killed by his own doing;\\nkilled never to be born again.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XVIII.\\nA SUCCESSFUL, MAN.\\nFame came to Gavin Dennison in those summer\\ndays in leaps and bounds. His book had been\\nbrought out about Easter time, and had met with\\ninstantaneous success. The reviewers hailed the\\nnew writer with enthusiasm, and society rushed to\\nfollow with adulation and hospitality. Of his own\\nwill Dennison would not have seceded from his\\nsecretarial duties with Sir George Cloudesley, but\\nSir George himself insisted that the young man\\nshould retire from the work, and devote himself\\nto his literary offers, which quickly began to flow In.\\nGavin parted from his friend and patron with\\nsincere regret. The time he had spent in office\\nwith Sir George had been a time marked by every\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing that had been pleasant and, in a sense, life-\\ngiving to the young man. His fame was, in fact,\\nto Gavin a sensation as though he had been bom\\nfor the first time.\\nWith the world at his feet, craving for his friend\u00c2\u00ac\\nship, his acquaintance, even for a word, or nod, his\\nold bitter resentment went from him. If he were\\ncynical, that was not to be wondered at; but his\\n226", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "A SUCCESSFUL/ MAN.\\n227\\ncynicism was good-humored, not bitter. He played\\nwith the world as he liked, sometimes mingling in\\nit, but oftener absenting himself. He was called\\na difficult man by society, and in truth he responded\\nbut seldom to the claims society would have made\\nupon him. He dined out rarely, and when he did\\nit was with the few he called his friends. He was,\\nperhaps, more constant in his attention to Judith\\nTempest than to anyone else.\\nHetta had been in a slight degree wounded by\\nDennison\u00e2\u0080\u0099s attitude towards herself.\\nOn two occasions she had asked him to dinner\\nquietly, and both invitations had been refused. She\\nwould have dismissed the matter from her mind\\nprobably, but Dennison\u00e2\u0080\u0099s refusal irritated Herrick,\\nwho, following his usual custom, only sought the\\nother man because the world sought him.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGives himself a deuced lot of airs!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said to\\nHetta, when Dennison\u00e2\u0080\u0099s second letter had arrived,\\ncontaining an invitation declined.\\nThen Herrick had indulged in his usual sneer\\n(his good-humored tolerance of Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s society had\\nnot lasted long). He sneered very often at Hetta\\nduring those days of the London season.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am not surprised people don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t care to come\\nto this house; it is about as amusing as a tomb,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe said, roughly; and though Hetta blushed hotly\\nat such reproach, she said nothing.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "228\\nA SUCCESSFUL MAN.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am sorry Mr. Dennison cannot come,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was\\nher thought to herself. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt would have been pleas\u00c2\u00ac\\nant to meet him; it would have been a change too.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nFor Hetta had another daily cross to bear in the\\nclass of people Herrick insisted on being intimate\\nwith. They were people with whom Hetta had not\\none single thing in common\u00e2\u0080\u0094smart men and\\nwomen of the racing world\u00e2\u0080\u0094women who wore very\\nstriking clothes, spoke in a slangy manner, and\\nwere always indulging in some athletic amusement.\\nLady Herrick was voted exceedingly dull and\\nslow by these friends of her husband\u00e2\u0080\u0099s. Hetta was\\nnot strong enough to indulge in long bicycle rides,\\nor in any of the fashionable sport of the moment;\\nbesides, she was a little old-fashioned both in nature\\nand training, and things that delighted Herrick\\nwere simply impossible to her.\\nHis sneers had hurt her a little at first, but time\\nbrings everything to a level, and in a little while\\nHetta forgot to resent her husband\u00e2\u0080\u0099s remarks. She\\nwas truly sorry not to have seen Gavin Dennison.\\nShe wanted to tell him how much she had loved his\\nbook. She could not believe he was spoiled, as\\nHerrick declared, by his success; he had always\\nseemed to her so unusually refined\u00e2\u0080\u0094the last man\\nin the world to give himself airs. Far, very, very\\nfar from Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pure gentle mind was the knowl\u00c2\u00ac\\nedge of the true reason why Dennison would not\\nget foot in her house.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "A SUCCESSFUL MAN.\\n229\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is like putting a knife into my heart when I\\ndeny myself this; still, I must do it!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, dog\u00c2\u00ac\\ngedly, to himself. \u00e2\u0080\u009cEach time I meet her the power\\nshe holds over me grows stronger and deeper. In\\ntime, perhaps, I may live this down, but just now\\nI cannot meet her. She has that written in her\\nbeautiful child\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes that bring tears of blood\\nfrom my heart. What cruel destiny to give that\\nrare and tender flower to the care of a man who\\ntramples each day upon its blossom, and must\\nwither it in time to its very core.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIt was the sight of Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pathetic loveliness\\nthat drove him so frequently out of London. He\\nsaw her constantly driving through the crowded\\nstreets in her carriage, her sweet, pale face, with\\nits starlike eyes and wistful lips seeming to him\\nlike some spirit from another world. He shunned\\nall places where he could meet her. He desired\\neven not to hear her name, and this eventually\\ndrove him from visiting Mrs. Tempest, for to speak\\nof Hetta was, of course, Judith\u00e2\u0080\u0099s first task. He got\\ninto the habit of burying himself down in the old\\nRectory garden, where his happy, yet most unhappy\\nboyhood had been spent.\\nMrs. Prinsep welcomed him as her most beloved\\nboy, and indeed none of her own sons gave her the\\nattention and remembrance that Gavin did. He\\ntold no one of his visits to his old home, yet,", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "230\\nA SUCCESSFUL MAN.\\nthough he was utterly unaware of it, there were\\ntwo people who were cognizant of his hiding-place,\\ntwo people who, working from such different mo\u00c2\u00ac\\ntives, had set themselves the task of following each\\nmove in the life of this young man, who a year or\\nso ago had been so utterly alone in the world.\\nThe man who had denied to the poor innocent\\nchild the right of its paternity so many years ago,\\nwas one of these who watched so eagerly all that\\nDennison did, watched and waited, hoping, he\\nhardly knew for what. The other silent follower\\nof Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s life was Anne. Though weeks had gone\\nsince they had met and spoken, though Anne her\u00c2\u00ac\\nself had all but passed from his memory since\\nmourning for her mother kept her out of the world,\\nthe desire, the determination that had framed itself\\ninto Anne Foster\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart concerning a future with\\nthis man had cynly grown greater and stronger\\nsince they had been*separated, and when it came to\\nher that Gavin was surely one who was likely to\\nturn from society and pleasure in solitude, more\u00c2\u00ac\\nover, when she had thoroughly realized where it\\nwas that he turned for solitude, the pathway of\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hope looked clear enough. It was easy to\\nfollow him down into the calm of the summer coun\u00c2\u00ac\\ntry, easier still to* work a friendship with the old\\nrector\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife, and from this to* the final goal, Anne\\nresolved the way should be easy too!", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XIX.\\nANNE FOSTER IN A NEW PART.\\nAnne had been living- a strangely isolated life\\nduring the months that followed her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s death.\\nShe established herself at Turret Teignton, and\\nthough she disappeared occasionally for two or\\nthree days at a time, her servants had begun to\\nthink she had resolved to settle down definitely in\\nthe old house, when one morning she made known\\nto all whom it might concern that she had resolved\\nto sell Turret Teignton, and would require no ret\u00c2\u00ac\\ninue of servants for the moment.\\nFollowing on this announcement she had ordered\\nher maid to pack her boxes, and she had departed\\nto a little country place in one of the midland coun\u00c2\u00ac\\nties, where she established herself and her belong\u00c2\u00ac\\nings in a pretty little furnished house adjacent to\\nthe church and the old-fashioned Rectory. She\\nhad purposely avoided seeing much of Mrs. Tem\u00c2\u00ac\\npest during these months. First of all, Anne had\\nno desire to come in contact with Hetta, and this\\nwas more or less a certainty if she visited Judith;\\nsecondly, the part Anne was playing in Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s life\\n231", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "232\\nANNE) FOSTER IN A NEW PART.\\nwas one that required secrecy to bring it to a suc\u00c2\u00ac\\ncessful issue, and this secrecy could hardly have\\nbeen maintained had she gone, as Mrs. Tempest\\nwished, as a guest to that big old house in Eaton\\nSquare.\\nAnne was sorry to be separated from her inti\u00c2\u00ac\\nmacy with Judith; in her odd way she really liked\\nHerrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s aunt, and she was yet still keenly alive\\nto the social advantage attached to a close intimacy\\nwith such a woman, but she was even prepared to\\nsacrifice her own ambition in her eagerness to bring\\nruin, unhappiness, and, if possible, shame on the\\nhead of the girl she hated. Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dignified re\u00c2\u00ac\\nfusal to accept her harsh insults, or to be associated\\neven to the extent of a farthing with the money\\nMrs. Lorrimer had bequeathed her, was a great\\ncause of anger and mortification to Anne, and she\\nfelt that this action of hers must have given a jar\\nto Judith Tempest and any others who might have\\nknown of it.\\nShe soon, however, realized a grim satisfaction\\nto herself out of the matter. What Hetta refused,\\nHerrick was ready to jump at. She had imme\u00c2\u00ac\\ndiately put herself in communication with him when\\nshe had received Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s decision, conveyed\\nthrough a lawyer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s letter, and those visits that had\\ntaken her periodically away from Turret Teignton\\nhad all been associated with meetings with Her-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER IN A NEW PART.\\n233\\nrick in which, blinded by his vanity and his avarice,\\nhe fell a ready accomplice to her schemes.\\nIt was Anne who found the larger sum he re\u00c2\u00ac\\nquired to meet his gambling losses, after he had\\ndrawn so freely on his aunt; and it was Anne who\\nput other gambling speculations into his too ready\\nhands, allowing herself to be used temporarily as\\nSir William\u00e2\u0080\u0099s banker. Though she knew there was\\na certain loss to her in these monetary transactions,\\nAnne faced this loss calmly.\\nShe could afford to part with a few thousands on\\nrisk, whilst for the bulk of the money she obtained\\nas security every stick and stone of which Herrick\\nor his wife were possessed. It was to Anne that\\nthe property at Herrickbourne was mortgaged;\\nAnne again (though here Sir William was in igno\u00c2\u00ac\\nrance of the fact) who had advanced money through\\nan agent on Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s small town house, and who\\nactually held a bill of sale on the furniture.\\nHerrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s capacity for scattering huge sums of\\nmoney was a revelation to Anne, well as she\\nimagined she had known him; his extravagance\\nwas unbounded. He had always been famous for\\nhis debts and difficulties, but there had hitherto\\nbeen a limit. Now lured by the false thought that\\nAnne would be content to give him her life itself\\nif he had required it of her, and seeing in the devo\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion of this wealthy woman a safe haven for all his", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "234\\nANNE FOSTER IN A NEW PART.\\ntrouble, he launched out, as Anne intended him to\\ndo, and there was hardly\u00e2\u0080\u0099a speculation put on the\\nmarket in which Herrick had not a share; not a\\nrace run on which he did not plunge recklessly.\\nThe knowledge that this man, who had done\\nher such terrible wrong should thus by his will\\ndrift so completely into her power, gave Anne\\nFoster a sense of satisfaction that was almost savage\\nin its strength; and yet, though she despised Her\u00c2\u00ac\\nrick so inimitably, and looked on him as one\\nof the basest and meanest of earthly creatures, it\\nwas on Hetta she lavished her strongest hate.\\nIt would have been useless for anyone to have\\ntried to argue out with Anne the justice or the rea\u00c2\u00ac\\nson of this hate; useless for anyone to have pointed\\nout that never in a single word or action had the\\ngirl done her a transitory wrong; the hate would\\nhave lived just the same. Indeed, argument might\\nhave only embittered her still further. And yet,\\nwhile she was capable of this terrible wrong to\\none creature, her heart was aglow with an emotion\\nthat was born of the purest, tenderest, most\\nwomanly feelings for another.\\nHer love for Dennison was the one thing that\\nmade life possible to Anne in these months. She\\nhad a joy even in loving him secretly. She liked\\nto feel that the sympathy between them was so\\nstrong they had no need of words or explanations.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "ANNE) FOSTER IN A NEW PART.\\n235\\nNevertheless, as the weeks passed, she had such\\na yearning to be nearer to him at times, that she\\nfound herself writing to him only for the sake of\\nhaving a few lines scribbled in return, and to see\\nhim even from a distance she would have traversed\\nmany miles footsore and weary.\\nWhen she discovered his destination on his fre\u00c2\u00ac\\nquent absences from town, she made a pilgrimage\\nto the old village where he had lived his boyish life.\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s better self seemed to stir her into new\\nbeauty, as she found herself in this remote little\\ncountry place. Her plans were quickly made as\\nthe summer advanced. It had come to her ears,\\nin one of her stray visits to the village, that Mrs.\\nPrinsep was so happy because Mr. Dennison had\\npromised to spend several weeks with her this sum\u00c2\u00ac\\nmer.\\nAt the very time when she was beginning to\\nsound the attack on Het*ta, by announcing the sale\\nof Turret Teignton (and this she knew would be\\na great sorrow to her stepsister), Anne completed\\nher arrangements, and established herself in the\\nsmall furnished cottage whose garden ran side by\\nside with Mrs. Prinsep\u00e2\u0080\u0099s much-loved garden.\\nShe had been an inmate of this house nearly a\\nfortnight before her eyes were gladdened by the\\nsight of the man she loved. She had begun to\\ngrow disheartened when she saw his luggage being", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "236\\nANNE FOSTER IN A NEW PART.\\ncarried from the station up to the Rectory door,\\nand that night as she sat at an open window that\\ncommanded a view of the next garden, she had\\nthe joy of watching him as he sauntered to and\\nfro, smoking and dreaming many thoughts.\\nTo cultivate an acquaintance with Mrs. Prinsep\\nwas an easy matter, but Anne wanted to wait her\\ntime. She looked for an opportunity to bring them\\ncloser together. She knew he was working hard,\\nand her heart and brain seemed tO work with him.\\nIt cost her an effort to have to leave this little\\nsilent paradise and go up to London to conduct\\nmanipulation of the Herrick scheme of disaster,\\nyet she went just the same. A doubting fear, and\\na haunting of that old jealousy for Hetta, where\\nDennison was concerned, drove her to the attack\\nanew, but she came back to her little cottage home\\nwith an eagerness that she could not measure. Her\\nmaid had long since tired of this strange dismal\\nlife, and Anne had dismissed her summarily. She\\npreferred to have service from some of the people\\nin the village, and to be free of curious glances.\\nHer deep mourning made her desire for solitude\\nmost reasonable, and though her tall figure and\\ndark picturesque face provoked some comment,\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tenancy of the cottage seemed a most ordi\u00c2\u00ac\\nnary affair.\\nIt was in August that Dennison became aware", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "How strange that we should be neighbors", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER IN A NEW PART.\\n237\\nof her presence so near. They met in the twilight\\nout in the country lane. She had long ago coined\\na simple explanation of her presence there.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYears ago my mother and I spent a week here,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe told him. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI have never forgotten the peace\\nand sweetness of this little corner, so now, when my\\nheart is tired and heavy, I have turned to it as a\\nresting place. How strange that we should be\\nneighbors!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe day following and for many a day after Anne\\nfound herself an inmate of the quaint old Rectory\\nand garden. Mrs. Prinsep found her a gentle and\\nbeautiful woman, and her old eyes quickly read\\nthrough the mystery of Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s large dark ones;\\nbut Gavin saw neither mystery nor explanation.\\nHe accepted Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s presence unquestioningly;\\nvaguely, it gave him pleasure. She was harmonious\\nin her long clinging black robes. He missed her\\nstrange picture gowns and her many-colored jewels,\\nand sometimes he wondered with half a smile\\nwhether his kind old friend Sir George Cloudesley\\nwould ever be made happy by this woman.\\nFor himself Gavin did not greatly admire Anne;\\nhe saw the rough edge beneath the veneer, and he\\nfelt, rather than knew, that this soft-spoken crea\u00c2\u00ac\\nture had no love for little Hetta in her heart. He\\nremembered the business of her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s will too\\nclearly to permit him to grow attracted by Anne.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "238\\nANNE FOSTER IN A NEW PART.\\nHe found her clever, however, and it was agreeable\\nto spend an hour talking with an intelligent com\u00c2\u00ac\\npanion after his work; but he did not share Mrs.\\nPrinsep\u00e2\u0080\u0099s enthusiasm.\\nWhen his dear old friend spoke of Anne as beau\u00c2\u00ac\\ntiful, good, and charitable, he looked at the younger\\nwoman thoughtfully. Was this her real character?\\nhe would muse sometimes; or was it merely a\\nmask? From a literary point of view she inter\u00c2\u00ac\\nested him, and his work was fast growing to be\\nthe most dominant influence in his life.\\nDown here in this quiet little village he felt as if\\nhe had come to the end of his mental struggles.\\nThe bitterness of that old trouble that he had\\nfought against so ceaselessly under these very\\ntrees, had fallen from him altogether in these past\\nfew months; ever since that night when chance had\\nput him face to face with his father. He knew\\nnow, though Lord Glastonbury might and probably\\nwould go to his grave with the truth unconfessed,\\nthat the weight of shame was no longer commingled\\nwith the wrong that had been done him and bis\\ndead mother.\\nHe knew more than this; he knew that the proud\\nold man would have stretched out his hands will\u00c2\u00ac\\ningly to him now, and have called him \u00e2\u0080\u009cson\u00e2\u0080\u009d; but\\nthough there was satisfaction to the young man\\nin this, the hurt to his honor had been too deep,", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER IN A NEW PART.\\n239\\ntoo long to be effaced by the most complete atone\u00c2\u00ac\\nment possible. He had none of the old bitterness,\\nnevertheless he could not forget nor could he for\u00c2\u00ac\\ngive. Remembrance was a very living thing with\\nGavin. He was soothed into less active thought\\ndown in this peaceful old home; but not a day,\\nhardly an hour went by without the visioned mem\u00c2\u00ac\\nory of Hetta and her sweetness rising to his eyes.\\nIt was in moments such as these that he realized\\nhe had done a good thing for himself in dividing\\nhimself utterly from all further acquaintanceship\\nwith her. The influence of this love-dream upon\\nhim was far reaching, it touched him in his work,\\nin his daily life, in his hope and ambition, and in\\nhis thoughts for the future. All that was noble,\\npowerful and good in his writing was dedicated by\\nthis love. Hetta dawned in his mind whenever\\nsome more than usually beautiful creation occupied\\nhis pen; she lived in all his purest poetry, she was\\nthe very essence of his genius and his heart, and\\nthere she would live throned to the end.\\nIt had cost him a tremendous effort to leave\\nLondon without seeing her, and so strong had been\\nthe temptation to look on her once more that he\\nhad taken a cab and had driven half way to her\\nhouse before he had finally conquered his weakness.\\nHe was glad afterwards he had not gone, for as\\nhe was driving a little later to the station he met", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "240\\nANNE FOSTER IN A NEW PART.\\nHerrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s four-in-hand with a woman of society\\nthat rumor had already weaved many stories about,\\nsitting beside him on the box-seat, the only occu\u00c2\u00ac\\npant save the servants of the coach, and apparently\\non very easy terms with her handsome young com\u00c2\u00ac\\npanion.\\nHerrick had caught sight of Dennison, and had\\nlifted his whip in salutation though by no means\\nin too cordial a fashion, for Sir William had divined\\nby this time that he was no favorite with the other\\nyoung man, and Gavin had made a curt salutation\\nin return. He resented, for Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sake, the sight\\nof that particular woman sitting beside Herrick.\\nGavin was old-fashioned enough to object to\\nmuch that society permitted. He knew that this\\nlady was one who was received everywhere, but\\nthat did not make her any the more a desirable, or\\neven a possible companion for Hetta. If he had\\ngone to her this day to take a long farewell, who\\ncould have said what folly he might not have been\\ntempted to commit? His place was far apart from\\nher and her life. It was an awful task to force this\\ntrouble home on himself, but he meant to be strong\\nin this. Love, he said to himself wistfully, was a\\npoor and pitiful thing if it was not willing and\\neager to sacrifice all that earth could give most dear\\nand precious for the sake of love.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XX.\\nTHE DAY OF RECKONING.\\nAnother Christmastide had come and gone, and\\nanother spring was born. Down at Turret Teign-\\nton stranger eyes were watching the trees spring\\ninto their clear yellow-green clothing, alien hands\\nwere gathering the violets from under the hedge\\nrows, and making the quaint old hall golden with\\nthe stately daffodils.\\nThe Lorrimer reign was over and done, and\\nmany were the thoughts sent by the people on the\\nestate to \u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u009d, and many the comments\\nas to what she was doing, and how she took the\\nnews of the sale of her old home.\\nNo one seemed to hear very much of the girl\\nwho two short years before had gone to the altar\\nwith such a happy heart. There were rumors that\\nshe and her husband had gone abroad, that there\\nhad been some heavy pecuniary loss, and that Lady\\nHerrick was as poor, if not poorer than little Hetta\\nLorrimer had ever been.\\nOf Miss Foster there came occasional news. She\\nwas living in London now, and had bought a\\n(241)", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "242\\nTHE DAY OF RECKONING.\\nmagnificent house in one of the big smart squares,\\nand was one of the most favored and desired women\\nof society, so these rumors said. But the tenants\\nand servants at Turret Teignton had no interest\\nin Anne; they had had too sharp an experience\\nwith her to care much what she did, or what be\u00c2\u00ac\\ncame of her.\\nWith Hetta it was a very different matter, and\\ndozens of humjble homes would have been thrown\\nopen in her honor, if only she had paid her accus\u00c2\u00ac\\ntomed visits. It was generally concluded that she\\nmust be out of England, or most surely she would\\nhave been down to lay her remembrance of flowers\\non her father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s grave as she had been wont to do\\nin the months following his death.\\nFrom the head keeper others less well informed\\nobtained the news that Sir William had most cer\u00c2\u00ac\\ntainly got into difficulties, for there were bank\u00c2\u00ac\\nruptcy proceedings reported in the newspapers, and\\nfrom this the conclusion was drawn that all his\\navailable property would be required to swell his\\nabsurdly small assets, and heads were shaken\\ndoubtfully in consequence. All that the head\\nkeeper imparted to his comrades was more than\\ntrue.\\nLate in the year a bankruptcy petition had been\\nfiled against Sir William Herrick. The news was\\nmore astounding to him than the rest of the world.\\nHe had had rather a bad autumn, it was true. He", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "the; day of reckoning.\\n243\\nhad been to Hamburg and to Aix, and money had\\ndisappeared with even more celerity than usual. Of\\ncourse he had left a mass of debts in town (he had\\nmade it a principle never to pay a debt under any\\ncircumstances unless absolutely obliged), but he\\nlooked to luck at the tables and to his various\\nspeculations, and more particularly to Anne, to get\\nsomething in hand to pay a trifle on account to\\nthe most irate of the tradespeople if they threat\u00c2\u00ac\\nened to bring their patience to an end. He had\\nsuch absolute confidence in Anne and her devotion.\\nThey had met in September for one of their curious\\nbusiness transactions, just when he was on his way\\nfrom the grouse-shooting to the tables.\\nIt had struck Herrick then that Anne had grown\\nwonderfully older. Her manner, too, was changed.\\nShe was nervous, mysterious, discomforting. She\\nlooked as if she had been very ill, or had had some\\ngreat shock. All the late-born admiration Herrick\\nhad had for her, it need hardly be said, had vanished\\nlong before. Had she remained aloof from him,\\nor had become the wife of another man, she might\\nhave retained that attraction for any length of time,\\nbut once he was assured (and certainly in this Anne\\nfooled him well!) that he reigned as of old in her\\nheart, he regarded her now as carelessly as he had\\ndone on a former occasion, and found no more\\nbeauty in her. Indeed, he had transferred his fickle\\nfancy to at least three or four other women during", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "244\\nTHE DAY OF RECKONING.\\nthe past season, and had spent on these others most\\nof the money he had borrowed from Anne. It\\ntickled him very much to regard this money in the\\nlight of a loan. Of course, even if he were to offer\\nrepayment (a most remote possibility), Anne would\\nnever accept it, was what he told himself in con\u00c2\u00ac\\nfidence.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe would give me her soul if I asked for it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe said complacently to himself. \u00e2\u0080\u009cPoor old Anne!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHis face always darkened now when he thought\\nof his marriage. Hetta had been a revelation to\\nhim of late. She had made no definite scenes; there\\nhad been no tears, no reproaches, no jealousies\\n(Herrick rather appreciated jealousy; it was the\\nproper accompaniment to his personal attraction,\\nhe considered), but all the same his wife had man\u00c2\u00ac\\naged to let him understand that marriage did not\\nsignify freedom, at least in the terms he desired,\\nand that if he insisted on having this freedom, it\\nmust be one apart from her, and complete in every\\nway.\\nHerrick had no desire to have an open separa\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion from Hetta, only because of the effect it might\\nhave on his aunt; but nature was too strong in\\nhim, and at the end of the season he had swung\\nhimself off to Cowes, thence to Yorkshire, and\\nthence to the continent, all in the train of the\\nwoman Hetta refused to receive, though she wore", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "THE DAY OF RECKONING.\\n245\\na coronet, and was hailed as a queen of beauty by\\nthe old and the new world.\\nThat Hetta should have been jealous would have\\nbeen comprehensible to her husband; but that she\\nshould have objected to this woman on other\\ngrounds seemed a farce to Herrick. They separ\u00c2\u00ac\\nated, however, and Hetta went to spend the sum\u00c2\u00ac\\nmer months with Judith Tempest at Herrickbourne.\\nThe girl was yet anything but strong, and Judith\\nwould have urged her to go abroad, but Hetta al\u00c2\u00ac\\nways refused.\\nThe fact was, that the poor child literally had\\nnot a penny of money to spend on anything. She\\nhardly knew how she got away from London. The\\nscenes with the tradespeople and servants all fell\\nto her lot. To meet this crisis she had carried her\\nfew jewels to the solicitor who had attended to her\\nfather\u00e2\u0080\u0099s business, and from him she had managed\\nto negotiate a loan of about two hundred pounds,\\na sum all too little to meet the demands pressing\\non every side.\\nTo ask Herrick for money was to be rewarded\\nwith his sunny smile and a five-pound note to go*\\nand buy chocolates. To go to Mrs. Tempest was\\nimpossible. Hetta, with a heart full of sickness,\\nknew only too well that certain retrenchments\\nJudith had been compelled to make in her expendi\u00c2\u00ac\\nture, were not brought about by her own extrava-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "246\\nTHE DAY OF RECKONING.\\ngance. How, then, could she carry more anxiety\\nto what was, she feared, already very great? She\\nhad set herself the task of trying to see how and\\nwhat economy could be practiced when she had\\nrejoined Herrick at the beginning of the season;\\nbut, poor child, she soon found she was as feeble\\nas a straw trying to stem a torrent. The personal\\ndebts astounded and alarmed her.\\nShe did not know how Will spent the money he\\ngot; and, even then, she was far from realizing one\\nquarter the cost of his daily life, nor would it ever\\nhave entered her head to have imagined that the\\nwonderful jewels that flashed from head and throat\\nand wrist of most of the women who. visited at her\\nhouse owed their origin to Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s criminal gen\u00c2\u00ac\\nerosity. He had, to do him a sort of justice, tried to\\ngive Hetta these sort of gifts also in the beginning,\\nbut it had troubled the girl too much.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI love you to remember me, Will,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she Had\\nsaid, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut, darling, you know you have so much\\nto do with your money. Please do not buy me\\ndiamonds. I am quite happy without jewellery.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHerrick had shrugged his shoulders, and ac\u00c2\u00ac\\nquiesced, but what Hetta had refused he gave away\\nat a double cost on the very first opportunity to\\nhis next flirtation. All this drained him of ready\\nmoney, and increased his liabilities; moreover,\\nthings had not been going well on the Stock Ex-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "THE DAY OE RECKONING.\\n247\\nchange when he met Anne at her lawyer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s office\\nin the usual way, and signing the usual receipt,\\nhad drawn a further loan of a couple of thousand\\npounds, and then had dashed off to Aix. He was\\nabroad till late October, and then returned to have\\nsome shooting.\\nAll this time he had had no letters from Hetta,\\nbut he knew through his aunt that his wife was at\\nHerrickbourne.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe best place for her,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said to himself,\\nirritably. He never once troubled to wonder how\\nthe girl was struggling on without money, and he\\nwent on his way as light heartedly and as gaily as\\never, till the crash came in December.\\nBankruptcy proceedings were taken out by an\\nirate tradesman, and it was the beginning of the\\nend. Herrick rushed back to London to find him\u00c2\u00ac\\nself alone for the first time in his life.\\nHetta had carried Judith Tempest away to a\\nsouthern seaside place to try and woo back health\\nand strength after a sharp attack of bronchitis, and\\nSir William did not even know where they were to\\nbe found.\\nHis first thought, however, was not of Judith\\nTempest, but of Anne; and not content with writ\u00c2\u00ac\\ning to Miss Foster to ask for an interview, he drove\\nwithout an instant\u00e2\u0080\u0099s delay to the grand house that\\nAnne had just purchased, and demanded to see her.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "248\\nTHE DAY OF RECKONING.\\nThe blow that came when he found she was\\nabroad traveling in Italy with Lady Milchester was\\nonly the first of a succession. From that day the\\nscheme of bringing him to absolute ruin, which\\nAnne had worked so steadily and SO well, was put\\nin motion. Turn which way he might, Herrick\\nmet nothing but difficulties; he was practically\\nhemmed in by the innumerable devices Anne s\\nfertile and clever brain had spread about him.\\nIt was, of course, impossible for him to keep his\\ntroubles to himself. Herrick had none of the pride\\nwhich finds pleasure in reticence; moreover, he was\\ntoo much worried and too angry to study anybody\\nbut himself. He went at once to the two women\\nliving in their quiet, saddened life down at Bourne\u00c2\u00ac\\nmouth, and he naturally obtained from Judith as\\nmuch help as was possible. It was then, Hetta\\nshowed the stronger part of her nature.\\nWhen she saw how worn and weak, and troubled\\nJudith was after this interview, she spoke to Her\u00c2\u00ac\\nrick as she had never known she could speak. SEe\\nwas strung into a bitterness that did not belong\\nto her.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBeg\u00e2\u0080\u0094work\u00e2\u0080\u0094or starve, but you shall not drain\\nAunt Judie any further, Will!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, with a\\nvoice ladened with misery and excitement. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAre\\nyou not ashamed to come to her now when she is\\nso weak and ill? Have you the least heart, the", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "THE DAY OE RECKONING.\\n249\\nsmallest conscience or pride? O! if I could only-\\nfind the means to undo what you have done! You\\nhave ruined us all, Will, and it is not only the money\\nyou have thrown away\u00e2\u0080\u0094you\u00e2\u0080\u0094you have broken my\\nheart!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHerrick muttered some savage word, paused\\nonly a moment, then had walked to the door.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLook here,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, recklessly, then, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou have\\nspoken your word, now hear mine. This is an end\\nbetween us! You understand, an end! I will stand\\nno preaching from you; I shall cut all this bother.\\nI am off to-night out of the country, and you can\\nstay and face the music, with your strong pride\\nand your splendid conscience,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he had laughed with\\na sneer as he said this. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI wish you joy of your\\nlife, but no doubt you will enjoy it. Sanctimonious\\nfolks always find a delight in predicting damnation\\nfor others. What a fool I have been! Good\\nheavens! to think that just for the silly desire to\\npunish Anne, I married you! Well, my folly has\\ncome home to roost, and no mistake!\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nHe was gone with a clatter and a bang of the\\ndoor, leaving Hetta standing in the middle of the\\nroom, her face ashen white and her hands clasped\\nto her heart, whilst outside the winter wind and\\nsea soughed a ballad of desolation, the wail of a\\nwasted life, a ruined heart.\\nThat had been in December. True to his word", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "250\\nTHE DAY OF RECKONING.\\nHerrick had gone. Gone without a word of grati\u00c2\u00ac\\ntude or farewell to the woman who had given him\\na mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s love and who had poured out all her\\nwealth at his feet; gone leaving angry and horrible\\nexpressions to be spread broadcast in the world\\nthat was Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s world, and which had its share of\\npeople ready to fling sticks and stones at her be\u00c2\u00ac\\ncause she was Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife.\\nAnd the worst was she could do nothing. She\\nhad not a kinsman to whom she could turn for\\nhelp; she saw no way out of this hideous pathway\\nof debt and dishonor. Her homes were sold from\\nabove her head; she had not even a shred of cloth\u00c2\u00ac\\ning she could honestly call her own. She was a\\npauper and a deserted wife, and the strain of the\\nmisery was so great that at times Judith feared\\nthe girl would never be able to face the storm. But\\nlove lived in Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart, love for this gentle,\\nsweet friend, who was so delicate and so sorrowful,\\nand who grieved without ceasing night and day,\\nover the cruelty, the selfishness, the unworthiness\\nof the boy she had loved!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe must live for one another!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta said to\\nJudith Tempest bravely, and she kept the tears\\nvaliantly from her beautiful eyes as she said it. And\\nso the wheels of time rolled on, and that desolate\\nChristmas gave place to spring, and summer\\ndawned close at hand.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXI.\\nGAVIN DENNISON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S STRUGGLE.\\nAnd while these rough winds of adversity and\\nsorrow had been circling round Hetta, the man\\nwho loved her had been gliding day after day into\\nthe warmth and security of an established success.\\nSociety had already ceased to trouble itself about\\nMr. Dennison as an individual, though his fame\\nas a writer was something that social patronage\\ncould neither make nor mar. The world of fashion\\nwould have gladly taken Gavin Dennison to its\\narms when his name had first been sounded aloud,\\nbut Gavin had turned his back on the world of\\nfashion and all its blandishments. He had spent\\nh- winter abroad, wandering through Spain and\\nItaly. He had left England hurriedly in the late\\nautumn. There had come to him in this autumn\\ntime a very peculiar and sad experience that he\\nwished to forget, and other lands and scenes he\\nfelt would bring this about in the quickest way.\\nIn common with most men, Gavin had always\\nhad his share of personal vanity, though circum\u00c2\u00ac\\nstances in the beginning had done much to crush\\n251", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "252\\nGAVIN DENNISON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S STRUGGLE.\\nthis; but women and women\u00e2\u0080\u0099s admiration had\\nplayed but a small part in his life, and the scene\\nthat had been enacted one late autumn evening in\\nthe old familiar Rectory garden, was one that had\\nsurprised, shocked and hurt him.\\nHe saw in an instant then the real meaning of\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s steady persistence to have some place in\\nhis life. He was overwhelmingly sorry for her\\n(did he not know himself the ache of an unre\u00c2\u00ac\\nquited and hidden love?) and yet, paradoxically,\\nAnne lost in that moment of wild, passionate con\u00c2\u00ac\\nfession even the frail hold she had hitherto had\\nupon the man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sympathy and esteem. Indeed,\\nafter the first shock had passed, Gavin had felt\\nalmost angry with her. She had placed him in a\\nmiserable and most delicate position.\\nThough he was perfectly well aware that the\\nsensation was an unjust one to himself, seeing how\\nutterly indifferent he had been to her, how blind\\nto her tactics and^ desires, still, in all Anne had\\nsaid there had run a subtle touch ol reproach, con\u00c2\u00ac\\nveying to him the disagreeable effect that, if there\\nwas a blame in the matter, he shared that blame\\nwith her. They had parted, how he hardly knew;\\nbut the next morning the little cottage next to the\\nRectory had been closed and empty, and Mrs. Prin-\\nsep had been left wondering and deploring Miss\\nFoster\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sudden departure.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0270.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "GAVIN DENNISON S STRUGGLE.\\n253\\nIt was in a restless and annoyed mood that Gavin,\\ntoo, left his oid friend a few days later. The charm\\nof the quiet, peaceful home-life was broken. He\\ncould not frame a thought, or write a word. He\\nresolved to go instantly abroad, and he went. He\\nhad none to consider, none to counsel whatever lay\\nin his life. The only creature who had power to\\ncontrol him was one who could not have spoken,\\neven if she had wished to do so.\\nAway, buried in some sunlit Moorish corner,\\nGavin dawdled the winter through. He had no\\ndirect news from anyone in England, save from\\nMrs. Prinsep, who forwarded on all his correspond\u00c2\u00ac\\nence from publishers, etc., therefore the tidings\\nof all William Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s troubles never reached his\\nears.\\nHe purposely kept out of the beaten track of\\ntravelers, and by degrees the bitter flavor left by\\nthat strange and startling episode with Anne Foster\\nfaded out of his mind. He did an immense amount\\nof work, and his leisure hours were spent in\\ndreams.\\nIn the early year he left Spain, and went to renew\\nold friendship with Italy. It was in Venice, one\\nglorious night, that some chance acquaintances,\\npeople whom he had met in the whirl of the London\\nseason, gave him the news of Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s changed lile,\\nand of her husband\u00e2\u0080\u0099s desertion.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0271.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "254\\nGAVIN DENNISON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S STRUGGLE.\\nIt was pretty confidently asserted by these people\\nthat Herrick would never return to his old life and\\nold haunts.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy should he?\u00e2\u0080\u009d was what one of them queried,\\nwith a shrug of the shoulders. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHe is played out\\nat home. He has done all a man of his class wants\\nto do, and now he has the other side of the world\\nopen to him. We shall soon be hearing big reports\\nof Herrick as an explorer, or a sportsman of the\\ngigantic order. To do him justice the fellow is at\\nleast no coward.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA lady of the party, an American, and therefore\\nfree spoken, gave voice to the words Gavin would\\nhave uttered, had he dared:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat, you would let a man do what Sir William\\nhas done\u00e2\u0080\u0094break his wife\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart, turn his back\\ncontemptuously on all his debts and difficulties,\\nleaving that poor little woman to get through as\\nbest she can, and then say \u00e2\u0080\u0098to do him justice, he is\\nno coward!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Why, I call a man like that just about\\nthe worst and meanest sort of coward the world\\ncan produce! I guess that sounds strong, but then\\nI feel strongly, when I remember that pretty, sweet\\nLady Herrick, and realize what a hash that man\\nhas made of her life. She\u00e2\u0080\u0099s just one of the loveliest\\ngirls I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve ever seen, and she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tied for life to a\\nscoundrel who has broken her heart first and then\\ndeserted her. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s such an old story, isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it, Mr.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0272.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "GAVIN DENNISON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S STRUGGLE.\\n255\\nDennison the lady had finished, with a little sigh,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cand yet it always seems to come up with a new\\npathos.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin said nothing; he could not speak. He was\\nprepared, in a sense, to have heard bad news of\\nHetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s life, but not so bad as this. He feared it\\nwould hurt her SO terribly, not the dishonor and\\nthe ruin so much as the desertion.\\nHe remembered that night of the little dinner\\nat Mrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s, when Herrick had come back so\\nunexpectedly, and Hetta had welcomed him with\\nsuch an exquisite abandonment of happiness. He\\nhad envied Herrick that moment, as he had never\\nknown before what it was to envy. The most per\u00c2\u00ac\\nfect joys his pen could paint could never be greater\\nin his eyes than the joy Herrick should have had in\\nhis girl-wife\u00e2\u0080\u0099s love, and now in the first moment\\nof hearing of Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s desertion of this young\\ncreature, Gavin trembled, not merely in anguished\\nsympathy for Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sorro*w, but in actual fear for\\nher reason.\\nHe had a few days\u00e2\u0080\u0099 hard fighting with himself,\\nand then he turned back to England. Only to\\nbreathe the same air as she breathed was some\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing, and then it would be possible for him to\\nhave direct news of her, and to know if she lived,\\nindeed, mentally as well as bodily.\\nThe season was just born when he reached Lon-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0273.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "256\\nGAVIN DENNISON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S STRUGGLE.\\ndon; the streets were gay with crowds of carriages\\nand people, the parks a mass of brilliant coloring.\\nGavin had come from the sun of the south to find\\nan equally beautiful sunshine in the land of his\\nbirth.\\nBusiness occupied him for the first week or so,\\nand though invitations began once again to find\\ntheir way to his modest lodging (an astute publisher\\nhaving carefully announced Mr. Dennison\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ar\u00c2\u00ac\\nrival in town), Gavin lived those early days of his\\nreturn in his old hermit-like fashion. He had not\\nspent an hour in town, however, without learning\\nsome news of the child of his thoughts and love.\\nBefore he had seen anyone, he had driven to Mrs.\\nTempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s house in Eaton Square, to leave a card\\nand enquire for her. The butler gave him the\\nlatest news of his mistress willingly. He knew\\nGavin was a favorite visitor to the house.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMrs. Tempest is said to be a little stronger, sir,\\nand we have orders to expect her here probably\\nnext week. Oh! yes, my mistress has been very ill\\nthis winter, sir, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m sorry to say. She\u00e2\u0080\u0099d a nasty\\nattack of influenza and that was followed by bron\u00c2\u00ac\\nchitis, and the doctors have kept her at Bourne\u00c2\u00ac\\nmouth since last Nevember. She\u00e2\u0080\u0099s got Lady Her\u00c2\u00ac\\nrick with her, sir. Her Ladyship will come to town\\nwith Mrs. Tempest next week, sir, I believe.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd she is well, Lady Herrick?\u00e2\u0080\u009d Gavin asked,\\nas he was turning away.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0274.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "GAVIN DENNISON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S STRUGGLE. 257\\nThe butler answered him in the same suave way:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cQuite well, sir, I believe; at least, we ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t heard\\nof no illness, sir.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIt was a poor thing to live upon, yet Gavin Den\u00c2\u00ac\\nnison did actually let those few commonplace\\nwords about Hetta give him comfort during the\\ndays that followed.\\nHe emerged a little, after a while, from his se\u00c2\u00ac\\nclusion, and his first social engagement was a din\u00c2\u00ac\\nner at Sir George Cloudesley\u00e2\u0080\u0099s, who sought him\\nout, and would take no refusal. The sight of\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tall form and dark eyes gave him a little\\nshock as he entered Sir George\u00e2\u0080\u0099s well-known room,\\nbut the woman was complete mistress of the situa\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion. She greeted him with a smile, and graciou sly\\nheld out her hand. She had discarded her mourn\u00c2\u00ac\\ning robes, and wore something that was radiant\\nand picturesque, her old trick of covering herself\\nwith jewels having play once again.\\nAnne was chaperoned by a woman of the highest\\nrank in the social world. She had progressed up\u00c2\u00ac\\nwards rapidly during the past year; but then money,\\nsuch as hers, establishes an order of its own. There\\nwere several other guests, but Gavin saw only one\\nof them, and that one was Lord Glastonbury.\\nThe well-remembered face wore a strangely sad\\nand wearied air. Gavin felt, rather than knew, the\\nman had passed through great suffering since last", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0275.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "258\\nGAVIN DENNISON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S STRUGGLE.\\nthey had met. He kept at a farther end of the\\nroom; he was surprised and half angry with him\u00c2\u00ac\\nself that the sight of his father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s changed looks\\nshould have had such power to hurt him.\\nAnne, fortunately, was not placed near him, so\\nhe was more or less free to let his thoughts wander\\nas they would, and they were faithless for almost\\nthe first time to the remembrance of Hetta, as he\\nsat and noted the signs of sorrow and illness on\\nthe man who was so near, yet so widely far from\\nhim. If Anne hoped to have brought trouble upon\\nhim by her presence, she was once again disap\u00c2\u00ac\\npointed. Gavin, after the first surprise at seeing\\nher, drifted out of all consciousness of her presence.\\nShe had not even the power to oppress him.\\nShe had known he was coming, and had planned\\nthis meeting purposely. Though she had tasted\\nsuch horrible failure, Anne was not defeated; suc\u00c2\u00ac\\ncess had come to her other schemes in such extra\u00c2\u00ac\\nordinary fashion, that it was natural, perhaps, she\\nshould have imagined with patience and tact she\\nshould succeed also with Gavin. She knew the\\ninstant she had spoken that night that she had\\nmade a great mistake, and it had taken her all these\\nmonths to recover from this knowledge, but she\\nhad recovered, and now hope, a new and a different\\nhope, had sprung into life in her heart.\\nShe was bound about by caution, by experience,\\nand she knew she was far more dangerous now", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0276.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "GAVIN DENNISON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S STRUGGLE.\\n259\\nthan formerly. There was at all events a remem\u00c2\u00ac\\nbrance between them, and that was something- that\\ncould never, she told herself, let him regard her\\nwith indifference. Better his contempt than his\\nindifference. The months of absence had but\\ndeepened the hold Gavin had made upon this\\nstrange woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart. For the sake of realizing\\nsome day the hope she had conjured into existence,\\nAnne turned a deaf ear to many other men.\\nShe could have married half-a-dozen times a\\nmonth, had such a thing been possible. She had\\nher triumph in telling this over to herself, and in\\nrecalling the fact that Herrick, the man who had\\nonce dared to openly despise her, was by her\\nmanoeuvres exiled from his country, whilst his wife\\nhad to bear the humiliation of his published dis\u00c2\u00ac\\nhonor, and the cruelty of his desertion.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf he had known what lay in his future, I think\\nWill would not have been in such a hurry to refuse\\nto make me his wife, as he was that first night we\\nmet at Turret Teignton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was what she said over\\nand over again to herself. She had not a grain of\\npity for Herrick. All the love that once had been so\\nfierce had passed into contempt, almost into pity.\\nFor Hetta she had another feeling, a hatred deep\\nand most bitter, because as yet it had been so im\u00c2\u00ac\\npotent. In all her cleverness, in the ruin she had\\nworked, Anne knew she had not been able to harm", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0277.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "260\\nGAVIN DENNISON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S STRUGGLE.\\nHetta as she longed to harm her. The sorrow\\nthat the girl was suffering came through Herrick,\\nnot through her.\\nShe had, it is true, divided Hetta from her hus\u00c2\u00ac\\nband, but the separation had begun long before the\\nday Herrick had found it expedient to fly out of\\nthe country. Moreover, Hetta, whatever her indi\u00c2\u00ac\\nvidual feelings might be in connection with the\\nfinancial trouble into which she was plunged, had\\nnot one enemy in the world. By his desertion of\\nhis wife, Herrick Bad put Hetta into a higher place\\nthan before.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd now she can pose as a martyr for the rest\\nof her days,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Anne sneered to herself. She saw no\\nfear to her hope in the thought of Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s deepened\\nsympathy for Hetta.\\nShe looked at him keenly that night as they sat\\nat the same dinner-table. He was grown very\\nhandsome; there was an irresistible fascination to\\nthis coarse-moulded woman in the poetry, the refine\u00c2\u00ac\\nment of this man. Years before he\u00e2\u0080\u0099r eyes had been\\nblinded by mere physical beauty, now she loved\\ndifferently. She would have given all she possessed\\nto have felt she had the true homage of such a heart\\nas Gavin Dennison\u00e2\u0080\u0099s.\\nHer infatuation was such she could have knelt\\nat his feet and worshipped him. Not too well\\nskilled in hiding her feelings, Anne little guessed", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0278.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "GAVIN DENNISON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S STRUGGLE.\\n261\\nthat already the spell that had held her in bond\\nwas known to the world, and that every one of those\\nwho sat round Sir George Cloudesley\u00e2\u0080\u0099s table knew\\nthe cause of her persistent spinsterhobd, and her\\ncoldness to her many suitors. Neither could she\\nhave divined what reason it was that made Lord\\nGlastonbury seek, an hour or so later, a private\\nword with Dennison.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMay I be permitted to drive you homewards?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nthe great statesman asked of the younger man as\\nhe rose to take his departure. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI have one w*ord\\nI wish to speak to you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the Earl added hurriedly,\\nas he saw a refusal hovering on Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lips; \u00e2\u0080\u009cit\\nis something imperative.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere was nothing for Gavin to do but to bow\\nan acceptance.\\nHe followed his father from the room and down\\nthe broad staircase. It was like a strange dream\\nto him tO find himself alone with this man whom\\nhe had hated, dreaded, and now pitied. What was\\nthe private word that Lord Glastonbury desired to\\nsay to him? His face was very pale, but his heart\\nwas cold and very proud as he passed down the\\nstairs to where the carriage was waiting. Was it\\nmerely some commonplace matter? Was it a word\\nfrom the past? If so, Gavin said to himself with a\\nbitter sigh, it was a word spoken too late by just\\nthe length of his lifetime.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0279.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXII.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSOME DAY, I WIDE COME\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Glastonbury motioned the young man into\\nhis brougham, and then gave the brief command\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009chome\u00e2\u0080\u009d to his footman.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI find, Mr. Dennison,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, with a faint\\nsmile, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat you must conduct me home first. I\\nhave already exhausted my strength.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin merely bowed, and the drive to Lord Glas\u00c2\u00ac\\ntonbury\u00e2\u0080\u0099s house was performed in silence.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am going to ask you to come in for one mo\u00c2\u00ac\\nment, Mr. Dennison,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the Earl said, half faintly,\\nas they arrived. He spoke as though he expected\\na refusal, but Gavin bowed again, and obeyed his\\nwish.\\nThey passed into a room on the ground floor,\\na room Gavin felt that had been the scene of many\\na triumphant moment in the great politician\u00e2\u0080\u0099s life.\\nLord Glastonbury, attended by his servant, asked\\nfirst for some brandy then waved the man away.\\nThey were alone quite two moments before he\\nspoke.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am about to ask you a strange question, Mr.\\n262", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0280.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cSOME DAY, I WIDE COME\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u0099\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n263\\nDennison, and to make a strange remark. I shall\\nnot even beg your forgiveness for so doing. My\\ninterest in you is of so deep a nature, you will, for\\nthis reason, pardon what would in other circum\u00c2\u00ac\\nstances seem interference if not impertinence.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin made no answer, he merely seated him\u00c2\u00ac\\nself in the chair that had been placed for him, and\\nwaited for what was to come.\\nThe older man took a long, sad look at the im\u00c2\u00ac\\npassive face opposite, and sighed, then spoke on,\\nabruptly:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIs it true that you have thought of making this\\nwoman, Anne Foster, your wife?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin started and colored hotly; this was indeed\\nthe last question he had expected to have had put\\nto him. He answered hurriedly:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is most untrue, my lord!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Glastonbury was still looking at him\\nkeenly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am glad of it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, slowly; \u00e2\u0080\u009cshe is not the\\nwife for you. Yet she intends to be your wife,\\nMr. Dennison, no matter what means she uses to\\nattain that end!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin smiled faintly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIs it so easy, then, to marry a man against his\\nwill, my lord?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he asked.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTo a clever, passionate, ambitious woman, all", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0281.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "264\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSOME DAY, I WILL COME\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nthings are easy, given time and opportunity. She\\nis of the class of women I hold in abhorrence. Once\\nin my life, years ago, about the time when your\\neyes must have first opened on the world, there\\ncame across my path just such a woman as this!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe famous voice had sunk into a low whisper.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSight of Miss Foster has always brought that\\nwoman back to my mind. She was evil, as this\\none can be. She\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d he had to put the brandy once\\nmore to his lips. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThat woman was a murderess,\\nMr. Dennison; she killed an innocent young crea\u00c2\u00ac\\nture by lies and slander; she broke a man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart\\nand darkened his whole career. She\u00e2\u0080\u0094she laid the\\nstain of a false shame on a child, working so well\\nthat this shame drove the man to an act of cruelty\\ntoo great ever to be pardoned or forgotten!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere was a silence in the room that was as the\\nsilence of death. The younger man sat staring be\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore him, his face ashen white, his lips firmly set.\\nThe burden of a confession, the offer of restitution,\\nhad been carried in those broken words. Had he\\ncared to stretch out his hand, he could have clasped\\nhis father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand in his at last; but he did not move,\\nnor did he look towards his listener when he spoke.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is possible there may be a resemblance be\u00c2\u00ac\\ntween this woman you once knew and Miss Foster,\\nmy lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, and the stress of his agitation", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0282.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cSOME DAY, I WILL COME\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n265\\nmade his voice colder than before. \u00e2\u0080\u009cStill, I am\\nalways slow to judge without reason. If Miss\\nFoster desires to become my wife that expresses a\\npoor ambition, not necessarily a bitter or a wicked\\nnature.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Glastonbury\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face took more of its usual\\nlook as he replied:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIn my long and busy life, Mr. Dennison,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he\\nsaid, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI have been taught the necessity in more\\nways than one of never giving utterance to a prej\u00c2\u00ac\\nudicial sentiment without due cause. For reasons\\nof my own I have been interested in this young\\nwoman, and through means which my position\\nplaces at my disposal, I have learned much about\\nher. She is a vindictive nature, and can hate well,\\nas you will allow when I tell you that the sorrow\\nlaid on that sweet little creature, Lady Herrick,\\nis to a very large extent the working of this other\\nwoman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s malignity. I determined to speak to you\\nto-night when I saw you, for had I a son such as\\nyou, I think I rather that that son were laid in\\nhis grave than that he should become the life com\u00c2\u00ac\\npanion of a woman like this.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThen quickly, before Gavin could speak, and in\\nthe most business like way, Lord Glastonbury gave\\na rough sketch of the monetary transactions that\\nhad passed between Anne and Herrick, and all that\\nthis had signified.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0283.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "266\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSOME DAY, I WILE COME\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHer object was to ruin the man, and to drag\\nhis wife into the gutter. She has succeeded in one,\\nand failed in the other; but she has not finished\\nwith Lady Herrick yet.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arms were crossed over his breast. He\\nwas surprised beyond measure, but he was more\\ndeeply touched with pain than surprise; pain\\nmingled with fear for Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sake. The eagerness,\\nthe emotion that ran in Lord Glastonbury\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice,\\ntoo, made the whole moment distressing to him.\\nHe realized that there had been a big motive in\\nthe confidence that had been made to him; but\\nhe knew well it was a motive with a double purpose,\\nand that Lord Glastonbury had chosen this method\\nof telling his son he was prepared to come more\\nthan half-way on the road to meet him.\\nGavin had a longing upon him that he could\\nhave had an equal eagerness to tread that other half\\nroad. Why had not this moment come to him\\nyears before, when his boyish heart had yearned\\nfor his father, and for his proper place? All had\\nbeen made clear to him in what had been said to\u00c2\u00ac\\nnight. He knew now that his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fair inno\u00c2\u00ac\\ncence had been slandered, but never stained, and\\nhe knew that he himself was the rightful son of\\nthis world-famous man, rightful heir to the old\\ntitle; still, there was no joy to him in the knowl-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0284.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cSOME DAY, I WIDE COME\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n267\\nedge, no sweetness in the restoration. He had\\nlived too long with the bitter sorrow to forget so\\nsoon. With his own hands his father had built up\\nthe barrier of a lifetime between them, and neither\\nGavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s strength nor will were equal, as yet, to the\\ntask of beating down that barrier.\\nHe forced himself to speak after a while.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am grateful to you, my lord, that you should\\nhave taken so deep an interest in me as you have\\nevinced to-night. As I have shown you, I did\u00e2\u0080\u0099not\\nreally stand in any danger of making the mistake\\nyou feared, nevertheless, I am still grateful to you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe rose as he spoke, and held out his hand.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYour lordship will be glad to rest,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said.\\nThe Earl took the hand, held it a moment, then,\\nwith a proud air which was so characteristic of him,\\nand of the man before him also, he rose too.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou forgive me my plain words, I hope?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he\\nsaid, quietly, then with his wonderful tact, he glided\\naway from all further touch with dangerous sub\u00c2\u00ac\\njects, and they stood for a while before they parted,\\ndiscussing Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s latest book and the literature of\\nthe moment as keenly as though there existed no\\nsuch thing in the world as the drama of wrong and\\nsuffering such as was written in both their hearts.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe shall meet again soon, I trust,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Lord Glas\u00c2\u00ac\\ntonbury said, when Gavin finally took his depar-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0285.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "268\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSOME DAY, I WILD COME\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nture; \u00e2\u0080\u009cand pray do not scruple to make whatever\\nuse of this library that may be of service to you.\\nMy books have been my family and my home for\\nmany years. You are the first, I may say the only\\nperson, who has been bid welcome to this home,\\nMr. Dennison.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe accompanied the young man to the outer\\ndoor himself, and there Gavin moved he could not\\nhave told by what emotion, turned and took the\\nthin, worn hand in his once more.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI thank you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, and he spoke unsteadily,\\nfor there were tears in his voice, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI thank you, and\\nsome day I will come to your home as you desire.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere was no other word spoken between them,\\nand as the door was closed, Gavin walked briskly\\naway into the summer night. He had gone many\\nyards in a blind, aimless way before He realized\\nwhere he was, or before he could still the sharp\\npain at his heart, or brush the mist of tears from\\nhis eyes.\\nJjc\\nIt was a strangely peaceful summer to Hetta.\\nNow that the very worst had come, life seemed to\\nbe set in a quiet atmosphere, which was soothing\\nand helpful to her. Perhaps it was the daily, hourly\\nclaim made upon her thought and hands by Judith\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ngreat delicacy that ministered in a way to the girl.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0286.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cSOME DAY, I WILE COME\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHetta had lived through suffering that is not\\nto be measured in words during the winter that had\\ndragged itself away. She was so young in heart\\nand years, a child even yet, but mental pain brings\\na touch of age that never disappears.\\nIt hurt Mrs. Tempest to see Hetta grow daily\\nmore grave and womanly. It was natural, she\\nknew, but she sorrowed for the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lost youth,\\nfor that radiant happiness that had once surrounded\\nHerrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife like a glory of perpetual sunshine.\\nThey had drifted into complete silence over the\\nsubject so close to their two hearts. Of what use\\nto talk of Herrick? Words would not mend their\\ntrouble, nor revive their hope.\\nHe was gone utterly and entirely. Hetta did not\\ndeceive herself any longer. That one last interview\\nbetween her husband and herself had painted him\\nin his true colors, and had swept away forever the\\nlast shred of her illusion, and of her faith in his\\nbetter nature. She was a devoted child to the oldei*\\nwoman.\\nHerrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s desertion had struck even deeper at\\nJudith Tempest than at Hetta, for Judith had only\\nfeared all these past months what Hetta had known\\nand suffered.\\nThey came to London at Mrs. Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wish.\\nHetta would most willingly have lived all her life", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0287.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "270\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSOME DAY, I WILD COME\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nwithout further sight of the great city where her\\nsorrow had been born, had it been possible; but\\nher home henceforward was with Judith, and\\nJudith\u00e2\u0080\u0099s slightest wish was her law. Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s great\u00c2\u00ac\\nest fear in coming to London was the possibility\\nof meeting Anne. There was now no pretence of\\nfriendship between the two women. The mask had\\nbeen dropped by Anne, and even if it had not been\\nso, those words of Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s would have turned\\nHetta against all further intercourse with her step\u00c2\u00ac\\nsister.\\nSometimes, in driving, Hetta would come upon\\nAnne in her smart carriage, her dark beauty made\\nattractive by all that money could do, but they\\npassed one another as strangers, and Hetta always\\nbreathed easier when the ordeal was over.\\nLife in the Eaton Square house was scarcely less\\nmonotonous than it had been at the sea, yet Hetta\\nwas content. A few visitors paid regular visits to\\nLady Herrick and her husband\u00e2\u0080\u0099s aunt, and of these\\nGavin Dennison was the most regular and the most\\nwelcome.\\nHe was welcome to both women. Hetta loved\\nto know he was coming, for then her dear invalid\\nwas sure of a delightful hour. From no one did\\nMrs. Tempest receive such delicate thought and\\nremembrance as from Gavin, and there was noth-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0288.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cSOME DAY, I WIDE COME\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n271\\ning she enjoyed so much as a long book chat with\\nthe young man.\\nTo Hetta herself his coming signified nothing\\nmore than this, that he was a source of solace and\\npleasure to the woman whose love made the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nworld now. She used to sit apart with a faint smile\\non her lips listening to the arguments that went\\non so frequently between the others. Had she\\nbeen told there was so close to her a love strong,\\ndeep, true as death, Hetta would have been pre\u00c2\u00ac\\npared to deny it. For her, love was a thing that\\nwas dead, devotion a myth, and a man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart a\\nstorehouse of all that was most cruel and treacher\u00c2\u00ac\\nous. She had neither wish for, nor faith in love.\\nShe wanted nothing more in life than peace. If\\nher future might always be spent as was life with\\nher in these summer days, she would ask for no\\ngreater happiness.\\nBut this phase of calm, of rest, of sympathy, was\\nnot destined to be left to her unbroken.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0289.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXIII.\\nANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S EAST BLOW.\\nGavin went down in the early days of July to\\npay a visit to Mrs. Prinsep. The good old soul\\nhad been ailing, and he knew a few days of his\\ncompanionship would do her good, and so, though\\nit was a sacrifice to leave London now even for an\\nhour, he went.\\nHe had tried to bring his faithful, loving old\\nfriend to town to establish with himself a home (for\\nMrs. Prinsep had little joy or comfort in her own\\nboys), but she clung to the house and place where\\nshe had been so long, and though she was touched\\nby Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s thought, she prayed to be allowed to\\nlive there till she died.\\nIt was hot, sultry weather when Gavin took this\\njourney. Already the simple, yet illimitable happi\u00c2\u00ac\\nness that had been his these few past weeks,\\nthreatened to come to an end, for Hetta was eager\\nto carry her invalid out of town.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere is no air here, she cannot breathe; we\\nmust go to the sea,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hetta had said to him, when\\nlast he had seen her, and he had agreed with her\\n272", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0290.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S LAST BLOW.\\n273\\nthat it was right, though his heart sank, those\\nwords were as a knell to him, for when they went,\\nthe glory of the sun would go with them, and he\\ndurst not follow that glory.\\nHe loved the pale, slender, proud woman into\\nwhich Hetta had grown, a thousand times deeper\\nthan he had loved her in her radiant girlhood; her\\nvery coldness and blindness to the truth of his\\nheart was sweet to him. If only he might have\\nlived in the shadow of her life as he had lived\\nlately, he would have been content. There was\\nsomething higher, purer, more noble in Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ndevotion than is found in most human loves; as he\\nhimself was divided from most ordinary men by his\\nnature and by the circumstances of his life, so his\\nfeelings were utterly different to other and more\\nconventional men.\\nHe remained almost a week with Mrs. Prinsep,\\nand as usual he did a quantity of work down in the\\ncalm stillness of the country. It hurt him to hear\\nfrequent reference to Anne from his old friend\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nlips. Mrs. Prinsep spoke frequently of Miss Foster,\\nand wanted to know all about her. She deplored\\nthe fact that she saw nothing of her whilom neigh\u00c2\u00ac\\nbor.\\nGavin found it difficult to even speak Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nname. Lord Glastonbury\u00e2\u0080\u0099s words had been the\\nfinal stroke to his own doubt and dislike of the", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0291.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "274\\nANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S EAST BEOW.\\nwoman. She gave him an uneasiness each time\\nhe saw her, not for himself, but for Hetta; yet he\\nalways tried to dismiss this, for what harm re\u00c2\u00ac\\nmained for Anne to do? She had effectually driven\\nHerrick to the other side of the globe; she had\\nas effectually blighted Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart; surely this\\nwould content even her enmity.\\nSo argued Gavin, little imagining that though\\nAnne had done so much, the greatest triumph she\\nmight have had was blighted by the knowledge of\\nhis love for Hetta and scorn for herself.\\nLord Glastonbury was right, indeed, when he\\ntold Gavin that Anne Foster\u00e2\u0080\u0099s envious hate for her\\nstepsister was even yet unsatisfied.\\nThe young man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s first task on returning to Lon\u00c2\u00ac\\ndon was to go to Eaton Square. His heart was\\nthrilling at the thought of seeing Hetta again, of\\ntouching her slender hand and hearing her quiet\\nlow voice. The butler who admitted him gave him\\na shock so great as to bewilder him for the moment.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMrs. Tempest will be glad to see you, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the\\nman said, and with honest pleasure at sight of Mr.\\nDennison. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe has felt the upset of her ladyship\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ngoing away so sudden-like very much indeed.\\nLady Herrick started for America on Wednesday,\\nsir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the butler added, as he took Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hat and\\nstick. \u00e2\u0080\u009cSir William he cabled for her as to go to\\nhim at once; her ladyship will have to travel a", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0292.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S EAST BLOW.\\n275\\ngoodish bit when she gets to the other side. I am\\nfearing it will be a lot too hot for her, she not being\\ntoo strong, neither!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s silence gave the man an opportunity to\\ntalk on, an opportunity which he grasped. He led\\nthe way up to the drawing-room where Judith\\nTempest was lying propped up with pillows on a\\ncouch by the window. She looked fragile and\\ndesolate, and gave a cry of joy as Gavin came in.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, I have wanted you so much,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, and\\nher voice had a break in it.\\nGavin sat down and held both her hands.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy did not you send for me?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he asked.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cEverything has been so sudden. I seemed* to\\nhave lived in confusion, and after the child had left\\nme I could do nothing but weep and pray all may\\ngo well with her.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe has gone for a long time?\u00e2\u0080\u009d Gavin asked,\\nin a hushed voice/\\nJudith looked at him through her tears, and a\\nnew pain leaped into life in her heart, for she had\\ngrown very, very fond of him, and she knew that\\nhis life itself had gone out in his deep, boundless\\nlove.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWho can say? You know her as I know her.\\nIf it is his will, she may never return. I tried to\\nstop her. Yes, it was wrong, I know, for he is\\nher husband, though he has done his best to kill", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0293.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "276\\nANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S LAST BLOW.\\nher, body and soul. Though I, too, still yearn for\\nhim, I tried to stop her, but she would go. She is\\nstrong in her instincts of what is right, and so I\\nlet her go; but, oh! I shall know no happiness till\\nI see her again.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin sat smoothing the delicate hands. He could\\nhave wept bitter tears himself, as she was doing,\\nbut he had to put self on one side to think of her.\\nThe void there would be in her life now struck\\nhim with a pang.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe cablegram was urgent, then?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he askfed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cVery\u00e2\u0080\u0094and yet curt. It simply said she was to\\ngo at once as he had need of her. He cabled from\\nsomewhere far West. My poor child will have a\\nterrible journey, and who knows what she may be\\ncalled upon to endure at the end of it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe must pray for her unceasingly,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Gavin said,\\ngently, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand you must let me comfort you, if I can.\\nI have need of your comfort, too, dear friend. My\\nheart is sore with many troubles, and there is one\\nthat, perhaps, you may help to smoothe a little.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe determined all at once to put the story of\\nhis life into her delicate hands; he had a double\\nreason in doing this. He knew that any occupation\\nwould be good for her now to relieve the tension\\nof her overstrained nerves, and he himself had\\nmany sorrowful moments of remembrance touch\u00c2\u00ac\\ning himself and his last meeting with his father.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0294.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S EAST BEOW.\\n277\\nThe knowledge that a restitution was at his feet\\nif he chose to take it, hurt not his pride now, but\\nhis tender pity for the man w ho had lived with\\nremorse eating, canker-like, at his heart these many\\nyears.\\nHis father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s existence moved Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sympathy\\nto its deepest depths. He felt rather than knew\\nthat the wrong done had never been disclosed to\\nLord Glastonbury till years after his father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s life\\nhad been ruined. He did not want to probe into\\nthese things, he wanted simply to put his case as it\\nwas before a third person, and bide by that third\\nperson\u00e2\u0080\u0099s counsel, and he knew no one (save Hetta)\\nto whom he could have spoken of this except Mrs.\\nTempest.\\nSo after he had questioned and heard all there\\nwas to hear about Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s departure, his heart\\naching meanwhile to think he had not been near\\nto do all the trivial, yet necessary things she must\\nhave done in order to get herself on board the\\nWednesday steamer, he turned Judith\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mind away\\nfrom her sorrow, and opened out his instead.\\nHis need for her help and sympathy was, as he\\nhad imagined, the best medicine Judith could have\\nhad. For hours they sat talking, and to the man,\\nweary, heart-sore, and lonely, it was as if he had\\nbeen given back his mother for a brief hour. There\\nwere tears blinding Judith Tempest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes as she", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0295.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "278 ANNE) FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S EAST BEOW.\\npleaded with him to turn at once to the love of\\nhis father.\\nThere is not one of us who has the right to\\njudge another unless we know thread by thread\\nevery small detail and circumstance of that other\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nlife. My dear boy, you have come to me for coun\u00c2\u00ac\\nsel; I have but one counsel to give you. If you\\nwish for the blessing of Heaven to rest on your\\nlife, if you wish to do good and right, you will go\\nto your father, you will not lose one hour.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe drew Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s handsome face towards her and\\nkissed him.\\nAh! if only a son could come to me and ask\\nfor my love!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, with a sigh, and then came\\nback the old wound. I dreamed once that Will\\nwould have been as my son. Oh! the folly of our\\ndreams!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin did not leave her till late that evening.\\nWhen he quitted Eaton Square, he stood for a mo\u00c2\u00ac\\nment in the clear dusk of the summer night, and\\nthen hailing a cab, he gave the name of his father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nhouse, and was driven rapidly away.\\nJudith Tempest was lying waiting expectantly for\\nGavin to come to her the next morning, when her\\nmaid entered and brought word that Miss Foster\\nwas below, and wished most urgently to see her.\\nAnne had scribbled a few words on her card:\\nPray, see me. I have a favor to ask you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0296.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S EAST BLOW.\\n279\\nMrs. Tempest hesitated a long moment, then a\\nsudden impulse led her to grant Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s request,\\nalthough she had no desire to see or have anything\\nfurther to do with Miss Foster.\\nAnne came in half-defiantly. She was very hand\u00c2\u00ac\\nsome, very picturesquely dressed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI dare say you will feel inclined to reproach me\\nfor not coming to see you all this time, but there\\nwere reasons why I could not come.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest gave her a cold greeting.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have not expected you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said. She did\\nnot touch Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand; her manner was gentle but\\nunsympathetic. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou wish me to do something\\nfor you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked.\\nAnne had moved to the window, and now stood\\nlooking out through the lowered blinds.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI hardly suppose you are prepared to do any\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, bitterly; \u00e2\u0080\u009cyet you were kind to\\nme once, and that has tempted me\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d she paused.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI had better go straight to the point,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said\\nthen, half recklessly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI want something from you\\nthat I believe is possible from you, and from no\\nother living person. I want\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d she paused again,\\nand moved the lace at her throat, as if the soft\\nfilmy substance prevented her from breathing. She\\nturned after that pause and looked across at the\\ndelicate woman who was watching her in troubled\\nfashion\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cI want you to make peace between Gavin", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0297.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "280\\nANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S EAST BLOW.\\nDenniscpi and myself,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said then, in a low, yet\\ndefiant sort of way. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHe comes to you as he goes\\nto no one else. He shuns me\u00e2\u0080\u0094perhaps he has a\\nright to do this, for I was unwomanly enough to\\nlet him see my heart,\u00e2\u0080\u0094but I cannot live, knowing\\nhe holds me in contempt. Bring us together\u00e2\u0080\u0094only\\nlet him give me the opportunity of getting back his\\nfriendship, I\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe broke off hurriedly.\\nMrs. Tempest said nothing for a long time.\\nAnne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s presence had been painful to her, but this\\nrequest was more painful still. She had never been\\ncalled upon to meet so disagreeable a position be\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore. Despite a vague touch of pity that her\\nwomanliness could not resist, she was conscious of\\na strong repugnance for Anne. All that lay hidden\\nin these words was clear to her, and much more,\\ntoo, seemed to be revealed in this moment.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI fear*\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, her weak voice coldness itself,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI fear you ask of me what is impossible. Mr.\\nDennison, it is true, is my very dear friend, but\\neven such* friendship as ours does not permit of my\\nprobing into matters which he holds secret. No\\ngood\u00e2\u0080\u0094believe me, I do not speak unkindly\u00e2\u0080\u0094but\\nno good could ever come from approaching him on\\nthis subject.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere was a heavy silence in the room after these\\nwords; the heart of the invalid beat nervously as", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0298.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S EAST BLOW.\\n281\\nshe looked on her unexpected and unwelcomed\\nvisitor. Though Anne s dealings in Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s life had\\nnot been fully disclosed to Judith Tempest, she\\nknew enough to realize that before her stood a\\ndetermined enemy of the child she loved. Poor\\nColonel Lorrimer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wistful doubt about Anne re\u00c2\u00ac\\nturned to her memory sharply, and she had a little\\npang at her heart as she remembered how she had\\nmisjudged Hetta in those far off days, and dis\u00c2\u00ac\\nmissed her old friend\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fears and anxieties as being\\nunnecessary. Time had proved well how true his\\nfears had been. It was Anne who spoke first.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou have changed to me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, abruptly,\\nyet with some pathos. \u00e2\u0080\u009cA short while ago you\\nwere my friend, and now\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am a woman who does not change easily,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Tempest answered. Had Hetta been there\\nshe would have insisted on complete rest and silence\\nfor her beloved invalid; but Anne lost in her own\\nmost selfish and miserable thoughts had no eyes\\nfor the pallor and the extreme weakness. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf\u00e2\u0080\u0094if\\nI have changed, then there must have been great\\ncause, Miss Foster.\u00e2\u0080\u009d With an effort Judith rallied\\nherself a little. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI am sorry I cannot discuss mat\u00c2\u00ac\\nters more fully. I am now a broken-hearted and a\\nvery ill woman. Much I could say if I had\\nstrength; but after all, what words of mine can\\ngive back the past? If you have happiness in", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0299.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "282\\nANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S LAST BLOW.\\nrealizing all you have done, then you are to be\\nenvied. There is no place henceforward for you in\\nmy life. I ceased to be your friend when I knew\\nyou were my poor Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s enemy!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd do you think that she is the only one in\\nthe world who can suffer? who can be wronged?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere was a hoarse cry in Anne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice, and then\\nshe paused suddenly, for the door had opened, and\\nGavin Dennison had come in.\\nMrs. Tempest stretched out her hands to him\\neagerly, and he sat beside her and held those\\ntrembling hands in his; it was evident some strong\\nagitation had sway with him. He had not looked\\nat Anne, had not vouchsafed her even the courtesy\\nof a greeting, but when she would have swept round\\nsharply and gone through the door, he rose.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cStay,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said; his hand was still clasped round\\nJudith\u00e2\u0080\u0099s weak one. \u00e2\u0080\u009cStay, I have a question to\\nask you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnne paused and looked at him. She was deadly\\nwhite and her big dark eyes had a mute mournful\\nlook, as the eyes of some stricken animal.\\nGavin caught his breath quickly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI do not know, nor do I seek to know, what\\nhas brought you here. All I desire to hear from\\nyour own lips is the confirmation of a doubt that\\nis to me, alas! a convincing truth.\u00e2\u0080\u009d He paused a\\nmoment, and looked down at the invalid woman\\nwith a soft glance, as though to- ask her pardon", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0300.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S LAST BLOW.\\n283\\nfor giving her further pain and agitation. \u00e2\u0080\u009cLady\\nHerrick,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said as distinctly as he could, \u00e2\u0080\u009cLady\\nHerrick sailed for America on Wednesday last, in\\nobedience to a cablegram purporting to have been\\nsent by her husband from the vicinity of Lake\\nSuperior, demanding her immediate presence. Can\\nyou tell me whose hand it was that directed that\\nsuch a cablegram should be sent?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnne Foster stood erect and alone in the middle\\nof the large room. The last vestige of hope, nursed\\nas it had been against all odds, died out forever in\\nher heart. She saw herself debased and despised\\nby this man whom she worshipped so unreason-\\ningly; she felt herself branded for all time with his\\nillimitable contempt; she was trembling in every\\nlimb as she stood. This meeting, this examination\\nwas utterly unexpected; it found her quite unpre\u00c2\u00ac\\npared; it suddenly sent a hot flood of fear through\\nher, for something in Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s manner told her that\\nher full treachery to Hetta had been disclosed, and\\nwho could say but that there might be some dis\u00c2\u00ac\\nagreeables attached to this disclosure.\\nShe drew her courage about her as best she\\ncould.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTruly,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, with a bitterness in her voice\\nthat came from her heart, \u00e2\u0080\u009ctruly you ask strange\\nquestions, Mr. Dennison.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGavin met her eyes.", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0301.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "284\\nANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S LAST BLOW.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA question that must be answered,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said\\ndoggedly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWould it not be as well to direct these questions\\nto others? Am I the keeper of Lady Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nhusband? If, as you tell me, a cablegram arrived\\nfrom Sir William bidding his wife join him in\\nAmerica, why do you suddenly turn to me for ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nplanation of this fact?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBecause,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Gavin could not speak clearly or\\nsteadily, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbecause, Miss Foster, I know that it was\\nan alien hand that sent that cablegram, because all\\nthe world knows now that you are bent upon mak\u00c2\u00ac\\ning Lady Herrick suffer, if possible, more than she\\nhas already suffered, and because,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Gavin turned\\nnow, and sat down beside the weak, trembling\\nwoman, whose hands he held, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbecause Sir William\\nHerrick was never near Lake Superior when that\\ncablegram was sent; he was embarked on board a\\nhomeward bound steamer, carried thither in a con\u00c2\u00ac\\ndition so weak as to cause fears for his ultimate\\nsafe arrival. These fears were realized when the\\nvessel was three days out from New York,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Gavin\\nadded, and he tightened his hold on Judith\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hands.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSir William Herrick died at sea on the very day\\nhis poor young wife started out to obey what she\\nthought was his command. The news was tele\u00c2\u00ac\\ngraphed from Queenstown early this morning, it\\nis now in all the papers. The boat reaches Liver-", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0302.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S LAST BLOW.\\n285\\npool tO -night. I came to you the instant I heard\\nthis/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Gavin said, hushing his voice as he bent\\nlower over the poor weeping woman on the couch.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI felt you might like to* have me with you. You\\nwill use me in every way\u00e2\u0080\u0094turn to me, let me be\\nyour son\u00e2\u0080\u0094give me the joy of serving you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHis voice sank into whispering tenderness, he\\nbrushed away the tears that came with such bitter\\nsorrow from Judith\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes, he kissed her hands, he\\nsoothed her as any woman might have done, and\\nAnne stood watching him with her big dark eyes,\\nand a stricken heart. She could scarcely realize the\\ntruth of all he had said, it had been so strange and\\nsudden. As by a lightning touch her old just,\\nhonest self seemed to be reborn in her; she shrank\\nalmost with an audible cry from the revelation of\\nherself as she had been these last few years.\\nHer cruelty, her mad anger, her treachery stood\\nlike black phantoms in her path, and then came a\\nswift remembrance\u00e2\u0080\u0094Will was dead! Will, SO\\nstrong, so handsome, so sunny, so fascinating!\\nWill was dead\u00e2\u0080\u0094a young man made old in sin\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nand she had helped to bring about this end. Will\\nwas dead! the words beat in her brain as she turned\\nand groped her way from the room and down the\\nstairs.\\nShe got into her carriage like a blind woman;\\npassion, ambition, hate, jealousy, revenge\u00e2\u0080\u0094all the\\ningredients that made her life of late\u00e2\u0080\u0094were swept", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0303.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S EAST BLOW.\\nto the winds. She had gone back to the old years,\\nto the dingy shop, the hard, dull life with a violent-\\ntempered and eccentric father, and to the first thrill\\nof ecstasy that had seized her heart, as a soft voice\\nhad spoken her name tenderly, and the handsomest\\neyes in the world had drawn her heart from her so\\ncompletely.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWill was dead!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said it to herself over and\\nover again. It was a thing SO incomprehensible,\\nso cruel in a sense. She forgot the Will she had\\nknown of late, the Will she had taught herself to\\nhate so intently, the Will she had so relentlessly\\nset herself to ruin. All thought of Hetta, of Gavin,\\nof later days, went from her; she lived in memories\\nof the past, and in the past that had been beautiful,\\nnot the miserable past.\\nShe sat like a statue in her splendid carriage,\\nand people who knew her shrugged their shoulders\\nas she passed them with unseeing eyes, and said\\nsomething about Miss Foster\u00e2\u0080\u0099s increasing eccen\u00c2\u00ac\\ntricity, coupled with the usual envy for her wealth.\\nThey would have called Anne eccentric, indeed, if\\nthey could have known the strange wild wish that\\nheld her heart as in a spell in this moment.\\nHer wealth, her place in the world, her success,\\nher triumph, how gladly would Anne have bartered\\nthem for one hour of those old days, when love had\\nbeen as a perpetual sun on her sordid life, and faith\\nhad made all things beautiful to her!", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0304.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXIV.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOH! IF I HAD ONL/Y KNOWN\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere were many to give a word of surprised\\nregret over the news of Sir William Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s most\\nuntimely death. He had no friends in the real sense\\nof the word, but he had been exceedingly popular,\\nalways lavish with his money, and always ready to\\namuse society or be amused. His disappearance\\nfrom the London world of fashion had made a\\nblank, and his death brought home the inexorable\\ndecrees of fate to\u00e2\u0080\u0099 many of his former comrades in\\na sharp and disagreeable fashion.\\nThere was something fitting to so wild and irre\u00c2\u00ac\\nsponsible a life in a death at sea. The newspapers\\nfor a day or two had accounts of the accident which\\nhad been the commencement of Sir William\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ill\u00c2\u00ac\\nness, and described how the doctors on the other\\nside had tried to dissuade the sick man from under\u00c2\u00ac\\ntaking the fatigue of the voyage till at least he was\\nstronger, and how Sir William had insisted on re\u00c2\u00ac\\nturning to England as he was.\\nThe sad fact of Lady Herrick having started to\\njoin her husband, and having actually passed the\\nship bearing his dead body in mid ocean, was much\\ncommented upon, and a wave of great sympathy\\nwent up from innumerable hearts for Hetta.\\n287", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0305.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "288\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098OH! IF I HAD ONLY KNOWN\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nThe girl herself had reached New York, and a\\ncablegram had been handed to her the instant the\\nsteamer entered the harbor. It was signed\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cJudith,\u00e2\u0080\u009d and it told her she was not to proceed\\nto Lake Superior; that there had been a mistake,\\nand that she must take a return passage the instant\\nshe arrived, if she were well enough to do so.\\nTired, ill at heart, and bewildered, Hetta never\\nhesitated to obey. There was a Southampton boat\\nsailing on the afternoon of the day she reached\\nNew York, and she and her maid and her boxes\\nwere transferred by the kindly aid of some acquaint\u00c2\u00ac\\nances who had gone out with her, to this other\\nsteamer. It was not till she was actually embark\u00c2\u00ac\\ning for home that Hetta understood the meaning\\nof her dear friend\u00e2\u0080\u0099s message. Some newspapers\\nhad been brought on board, and sitting out on the\\ndeck, eagerly anxious for a breath of air, for the\\nheat in and about New York was terrible just then,\\nthe girl read the news of her widowhood.\\nShe was lying in a dead faint with the newspaper\\nspread out on her knee, when her maid came to*\\nfind her, and after she had been carried to her\\nstate-room, she did not emerge from it till England\\nwas reached.\\nJudith would have gone herself to meet the poor,\\nheart-sick, and weary traveler, but she was herself\\nprostrated, so Hetta was greeted by servants. She\\nlittle dreamed, or could have dreamed, that any", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0306.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0098\u00e2\u0080\u0098Oh! If I had only known", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0307.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "ANNE FOSTER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S EAST BLOW.\\nto the winds. She had gone back to the old years,\\nto the dingy shop, the hard, dull life with a violent-\\ntempered and eccentric father, and to the first thrill\\nof ecstasy that had seized her heart, as a soft voice\\nhad spoken her name tenderly, and the handsomest\\neyes in the world had drawn her heart from her so\\ncompletely.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWill was dead!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said it to herself over and\\nover again. It was a thing so incomprehensible,\\nso cruel in a sense. She forgot the Will she had\\nknown of late, the Will she had taught herself to\\nhate so intently, the Will she had so relentlessly\\nset herself to ruin. All thought of Hetta, of Gavin,\\nof later days, went from her; she lived in memories\\nof the past, and in the past that had been beautiful,\\nnot the miserable past.\\nShe sat like a statue in her splendid carriage,\\nand people who knew her shrugged their shoulders\\nas she passed them with unseeing eyes, and said\\nsomething about Miss Foster\u00e2\u0080\u0099s increasing eccen\u00c2\u00ac\\ntricity, coupled with the usual envy for her wealth.\\nThey would have called Anne eccentric, indeed, if\\nthey could have known the strange wild wish that\\nheld her heart as in a spell in this moment.\\nHer wealth, her place in the world, her success,\\nher triumph, how gladly would Anne have bartered\\nthem for one hour of those old days, when love had\\nbeen as a perpetual sun on her sordid life, and faith\\nhad made all things beautiful to her!", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0308.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXIV.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOH! IF I HAD ONLY KNOWN\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere were many to give a word of surprised\\nregret over the news of Sir William Herrick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s most\\nuntimely death. He had no friends in the real sense\\nof the word, but he had been exceedingly popular,\\nalways lavish with his money, and always ready to\\namuse society or be amused. His disappearance\\nfrom the London world of fashion had made a\\nblank, and his death brought home the inexorable\\ndecrees of fate tO many of his former comrades in\\na sharp and disagreeable fashion.\\nThere was something fitting to so wild and irre\u00c2\u00ac\\nsponsible a life in a death at sea. The newspapers\\nfor a day or two had accounts of the accident which\\nhad been the commencement of Sir William\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ill\u00c2\u00ac\\nness, and described how the doctors on the other\\nside had tried to dissuade the sick man from under\u00c2\u00ac\\ntaking the fatigue of the voyage till at least he was\\nstronger, and how Sir William had insisted on re\u00c2\u00ac\\nturning to England as he was.\\nThe sad fact of Lady Herrick having started to\\njoin her husband, and having actually passed the\\nship bearing his dead body in mid ocean, was much\\ncommented upon, and a wave of great sympathy\\nwent up from innumerable hearts for Hetta.\\n287", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0309.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "288\\nOH! IF I HAD ONLY KNOWN\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nThe girl herself had reached New York, and a\\ncablegram had been handed to her the instant the\\nsteamer entered the harbor. It was signed\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cJudith,\u00e2\u0080\u009d and it told her she was not to proceed\\nto Lake Superior; that there had been a mistake,\\nand that she must take a return passage the instant\\nshe arrived, if she were well enough to do so.\\nTired, ill at heart, and bewildered, Hetta never\\nhesitated to obey. There was a Southampton boat\\nsailing on the afternoon of the day she reached\\nNew York, and she and her maid and her boxes\\nwere transferred by the kindly aid of some acquaint\u00c2\u00ac\\nances who had gone out with her, to this other\\nsteamer. It was not till she was actually embark\u00c2\u00ac\\ning for home that Hetta understood the meaning\\nof her dear friend\u00e2\u0080\u0099s message. Some newspapers\\nhad been brought on board, and sitting out on the\\ndeck, eagerly anxious for a breath of air, for the\\nheat in and about New York was terrible just then,\\nthe girl read the news of her widowhood.\\nShe was lying in a dead faint with the newspaper\\nspread out on her knee, when her maid came to\\nfind her, and after she had been carried to her\\nstate-room, she did not emerge from it till England\\nwas reached.\\nJudith would have gone herself to meet the poor,\\nheart-sick, and weary traveler, but she was herself\\nprostrated, so Hetta was greeted by servants. She\\nlittle dreamed, or could have dreamed, that any", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0310.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "Mm\\nS i v\\npm\\nj\\nlHP*r\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Kc v\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099\u00c2\u00aeL-\\nMb\\nOh! If I had only known", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0311.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0312.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cOH! IF I HAD ONLY KNOWN\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n289\\nother creature would have come to see her safely\\nlanded. She had eyes for nothing, she wanted noth\u00c2\u00ac\\ning save to be lying clasped in Judith\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arms, there\\nto shed the tears that as yet had not come from\\nher eves.\\nGavin stood aloof and watched her pass over\\nthe gangway; he noted her worn look; her slender\\nyoung figure seemed to have grown taller, more\\ncommanding. His heart yearned over her. Would\\nthe time ever come when he would dare to go to\\nher, to lay his life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s devotion at her feet? or would\\ntime roll on, and keep them always apart, always\\ndesolate? He knew that it would have to be a\\ngreat space that must \u00e2\u0080\u0098spread itself between now\\nand then, if ever such a moment came.\\nTears were in his eyes as he watched her go from\\nhim, so beautiful in her stricken youth. He fol\u00c2\u00ac\\nlowed her to London; he followed and saw her\\nenter the well-known house, then the door was\\nclosed, and this brief happiness was shut from him.\\nIt was many, many months before Gavin looked on\\nHetta Herrick again.\\nBy Christmas time society had grown quite ac\u00c2\u00ac\\ncustomed to that most extraordinary piece of ro\u00c2\u00ac\\nmance with which all the world had been startled\\nat the end of the summer. True, no one had quite\\nunderstood how or why Lord Glastonbury had not\\ndisclosed his secret to the world long before. Most", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0313.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "290\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098OH! IF I HAD ONLY KNOWN\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\npeople, at least, most of his contemporaries, had\\nknown of the birth of his son, but all such had\\nimagined that son to have died in his youth.\\nThe introduction and establishment of Mr. Gavin\\nDennison, the well-known author, as Gavin Vis\u00c2\u00ac\\ncount Wolston, was nevertheless a delightful bit of\\ngossip for many a day, and never was there so keen\\na determination on the part of society to run after\\nany young man as there was during the months\\nthat followed on Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s new known position.\\nIt was, however, soon seen that society was go\u00c2\u00ac\\ning to have a run for nothing. Lord Wolston was\\ninvisible, he was all the time with his father down\\nin the country, whither Lord Glastonbury\u00e2\u0080\u0099s phy\u00c2\u00ac\\nsician had sent him for rest, and rumor said the\\nheir to the famous title was harder at work than\\never. Hopes revived as the winter slipped away\\nand the season came again; but truly Lord Wolston\\nwas a disappointment; he would go nowhere, his\\ntime was given up entirely to his literary pursuits.\\nAs for being any use in a matrimonial sense, well,\\nit was becoming an accepted theory that he was a\\nconfirmed bachelor.\\nOne person existed who could disprove this\\ntheory. Anne Foster, grown prematurely aged,\\neccentric, yet still handsome, waited day after day,\\nweek after week for the news of Hetta\u00e2\u0080\u0099s second\\nmarriage, and waited in vain. Gavin she saw at\\nodd times, Hetta never; it was curious what a queer", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0314.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0098OH! IF I HAD ONDY KNOWN\u00e2\u0080\u0094 5\\n291\\nlonging this strange woman had upon her at times\\nto see her step-sister, but Hetta never came to\\nLondon.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe very name hurts me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, passionately\\nto Judith Tempest, who once the storm had passed,\\ngrew less of an invalid, though, of course, she was\\nnever strong.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe can live without London, happily,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Judith\\nalways made answer. To herself she was perpetu\u00c2\u00ac\\nally putting a query that could never be answered,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWill she ever forget\u00e2\u0080\u0094will she ever see that poor\\nman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s love?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe and Lord Glastonbury spoke of it at times,\\nbut they had the same doubt, and they knew that\\nthough Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s love would live unfaded through\\nyears, his hope was almost dead.\\nIt was, after all, a chance word that brought\\nHetta to her happiness, a word in a letter written\\nby her once adoring chum, Bob Beresford. Bob\\nwas now a grown-up school boy, but he never for\u00c2\u00ac\\ngot Hetta and wrote to her frequently.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI saw Mr. Dennison the other day. I never\\ncan call him by his proper name; besides, its so\\njolly stiff to say \u00e2\u0080\u0098My lord\u00e2\u0080\u0099. Well, I saw him the\\nother day, and doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t he just look ill? He\u00e2\u0080\u0099s as\\nthin as a post, and he seems consumptive. I be\u00c2\u00ac\\nlieve if he doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t take care he\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll peg out alto\u00c2\u00ac\\ngether.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere was more in Bob\u00e2\u0080\u0099s letter, but Hetta only", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0315.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "292 \u00e2\u0080\u009cOH! IF I HAD ONLY KNOWN\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nread this. Some veil seemed torn from her eyes.\\nOh, how could she have been so blind as not to\\nsee this change in their faithful friend? In these\\ntwo years of her \\\\vidowhood she had never known\\na week pass without some sign of Gavin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s thought\\nfor her and Judith, and now he was ill. She could\\nnot rest until she had written to him.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThey tell me you are ill. I want to know the\\ntruth,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she wrote quite frankly.\\nAnd Gavin replied in person. He found her\\nsitting under the trees in the garden of her little\\ncountry home.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you care, in truth, whether I live or die?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe said to her, passionately, as she rose with a cry\\nof pleasure to greet him. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you understand,\\nHetta? Is there to be life in life for me, or only a\\nliving death in a wasted love?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe stood before him amazed into silence for a\\nmoment, then with a rush that swept her away from\\nherself, she saw into his heart and into her own.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, with a cry of wistful surprise, of\\ndeepest pain, and yet of joy, \u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! if I had only\\nknown! I\u00e2\u0080\u0094I have loved you all this time. I have\\nnot understood till now; but when they told me\\nyou were ill\u00e2\u0080\u0094when I remembered your goodness,\\nwhen\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShe finished her sentence lying on his heart.\\n(THE END.)", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0316.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "i i", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0317.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "Deacidified using the Bookkeeper process.\\nNeutralizing Agent: Magnesium Oxide\\nTreatment Date:\\nMAR 1996\\nBBftftEEPER\\nPRESERVATION TECHNOLOGIES, INC.\\nAl) 1114 William Flinn Highway\\nI M Glenshaw, PA 15116-2657\\n412-486-1161", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0318.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3447", "width": "2173", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0319.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3681", "width": "2342", "jp2-path": "heartofhetta00rowl_0320.jp2"}}