THE EQUINOX
“ God! God
! why must we part? It’s my fool vanity that
makes mewant the martyrdom.
And all the time I only want
your"
“ But you’re not only Edgar Rolles.”
“ And when I return, be more than Ida Pendragon.
Keep
a stout heart, wench
! "
So, with a thousand tears and kisses, they parted
She
would not
come
to
see him off; her self-command was
weakened alike by her new love and by the terrible ordeal that
she had undergone,
Her mind remembered nothing of it—
such is the merciful order of things ; but her soul, beaten with
rods, was sore.
So Edgar Rolles went to England to his martyrdom, with
a lock of her hair in his pocket-book; and he turned martyr—
dom to battle, and battle to victory.
Kingdoms have been
won for an eyelash, before now.
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