The Mysterious Key and What It OpenedAlcott, Louisa May
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The Mysterious Key and What It Opened
Alcott, Louisa May
Household employees -- Fiction; Mystery fiction
She told him rapidly, and as she ended she looked up at him with her
sweet face, so full of pity, shame, and grief it would have been
impossible to deny her anything.
"Can you forgive me for discovering this affliction?"
"I think I could forgive you a far greater fault, Lillian," he answered,
in a tone that said many things.
"But deceit is so mean, so dishonorable and contemptible, how can you so
easily pardon it in me?" she asked, quite overcome by this forgiveness,
granted without any reproach.
"Then you would find it hard to pardon such a thing in another?" he
said, with the expression that always puzzled her.
"Yes, it would be hard; but in those I loved, I could forgive much for
love's sake."
With a sudden gesture he took her hand saying, impulsively, "How little
changed you are! Do you remember that last ride of ours nearly five
years ago?"
"Yes, Paul," she answered, with averted eyes.
"And what we talked of?"
"A part of that childish gossip I remember well."
"Which part?"
"The pretty little romance you told me." And Lillian looked up now,
longing to ask if Helen's childhood had been blighted like her youth.
Paul dropped her hand as if he, read her thoughts, and his own hand went
involuntarily toward his breast, betraying that the locket still hung
there.
"What did I say?" he asked, smiling at her sudden shyness.
"You vowed you'd win and wed your fair little lady-love if you lived."
"And so I will," he cried, with sudden fire in his eyes.
"What, marry her?"
"Aye, that I will."
"Oh Paul, will you tie yourself for life to a--" The word died on her
lips, but a gesture of repugnance finished the speech.
"A what?" he demanded, excitedly.
"An innocent, one bereft of reason," stammered Lillian, entirely
forgetting herself in her interest for him.
"Of whom do you speak?" asked Paul, looking utterly bewildered,
"Of poor Helen."
"Good heavens, who told you that base lie?" And his voice deepened with
indignant pain.
"I saw her, you did not deny her affliction; Hester said so, and I
believed it. Have I wronged her, Paul?"
"Yes, cruelly. She is blind, but no idiot, thank God."
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