Leatherface: A Tale of Old FlandersOrczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness
History
Leatherface: A Tale of Old Flanders
Orczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness
Flanders -- History -- Fiction
"Hush! Hush!" she implored wildly, "you must not say that ... you must
not ... Heavens above, have you not realised that when I acted as I did,
I did so because I believed God Himself had shown me the way? You call
me base and vile ... I swear to you by all that I hold most sacred that
I would gladly die a thousand deaths to undo the work of the past few
days ... you speak of an assassin’s dagger ... I believed that my cousin
Ramon was murdered ... foully and in the dark ... by the man who was
known as Leatherface ... my father made me swear that I would avenge
Ramon’s death ... what could I do? what could I do? I believed that God
was guiding me ... I spied upon you, I know ... I found out your secrets
and gave them to my father ... but he had commanded me and I had no one
else in the world ... no one ... only my father ... and I believed in
him as I believe in God...."
Her voice broke in a sob, her head fell forward upon her hands and those
of the older woman, and a pitiable moan of pain came from her
overburdened heart. Laurence, with his head buried in his hands, would
have given his life to spare her all this misery. But Clémence said
nothing--she did not repulse the girl nor did she draw her to her heart;
whether she still mistrusted her or not it were impossible to say,
certain it is that she listened, and that words of hatred no longer rose
to her lips.
"You will not let me see Mark," continued Lenora, trying to speak more
calmly, "you are afraid that I would go to him as an enemy ... a spy ...
an assassin.... Ah! you have chosen the weapon well wherewith to punish
me! An enemy, ye gods!--I who would give the last drop of blood in my
veins to help him at this hour, I who love him with every fibre of my
heart, with every aspiration of my soul! ... Don’t you understand?
cannot you understand that he has forced his way right into my very
being, that I have left my people, my father, to come to him ... to warn
him, to help him ... to be with him in the hour of danger.... Let me
stay.... Let me be with him! ... Cannot you see that Love for him is
all that I live for now?..."
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