Gloriana; or, the revolution of 1900Dixie, Florence, Lady
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Gloriana; or, the revolution of 1900
Dixie, Florence, Lady
Speculative fiction; Utopias -- Fiction; Women's rights -- Fiction
But he is awakened from his dream at the call of duty. The division is
being taken at last, and all wait in breathless expectation for the
result.
“The Content’s have it!” By a majority of 107 the peers obey the
country’s mandate, and acknowledge the people’s will as law. Gloria has
triumphed. That which she predicted is realised, the vow which she made
is accomplished. Ah! in this moment of victory, who would not wish her
here, instead of in the cold arms of death?
Of death? Silence is being called for, and Lord Estcourt is endeavouring
to make himself heard. He is successful at last.
“I wish to explain to the House,” he begins, “why I was not in my place
when my noble friend began his speech. My excuse will be acceptable to
this House, I feel sure. The fact is, I received a telegram containing
startling intelligence, so startling that I conceived it to be a hoax. I
took steps to ascertain the truth, and am satisfied of the authenticity
of the first intelligence. I have to announce to your lordships the
glorious news that Gloria de Lara is not dead. By God’s almighty
goodness she is alive—alive to witness the triumph of her cause. Truly
indeed you may exclaim with me in accepting this wonderful intelligence,
it is God’s will—it is the hand of God.”
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CHAPTER VIII.
“Gloria de Lara lives!” The words have rung far and wide o’er land and
distant sea. They have entered the homes of the great, the cottages of
the poor, they have brought joy to millions of weary hearts, who know
that while that great name breathes the breath of life, reform cannot
die.
Yes, Gloria lives, lives! But how? Have we not seen her in the clutch of
Death?
We left her therein. We left her being borne down by the resistless,
sucking whirlpool of the sinking smack as the massive trading steamer,
which had cut clean through the frail barque, bore on its course. As she
parted her hold of Léonie, Gloria had clutched the sinking wreck with
that strong and tenacious grip which the drowning alone can command. The
lighter and severed portion of the wreck had been swept forward by an
enormous wave, which carried with it likewise the body of Léonie,
supported on the crest of the sea by the life-belt, which Gloria had
tied around her.
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