Book: Lucretia, Volume 2.
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Edward Bulwer Lytton >> Lucretia, Volume 2.
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"This trial, too!" muttered Susan, almost inaudibly,--"this trial which I
once yearned for; "and the hand clasped in Fielden's was as cold as ice.
Then, turning her eyes to her guardian somewhat wildly, she cried: "But
to what end, what object? Why should he wish to see me?"
"To take greater courage to do his duty; to feel less unhappy at--at--"
"I will see him," interrupted Susan, firmly,--"he is right; it will
strengthen both. I will see him!"
"But human nature is weak, my child; if my heart be so now, what will be
yours?"
"Fear me not," answered Susan, with a sad, wandering smile; and she
repeated vacantly: "I will see him!"
The good man looked at her, threw his arms round her wasted form, and
lifting up his eyes, his lips stirred with such half-syllabled words as
fathers breathe on high.
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