Wednesday, August 28, 2019
From The Lost Love, by Mrs. Oliphant
"And my emotion was so violent that it we;;-nigh mastered me; the only resource I had, I took. Passing by her hastily, I hurried out at the door, and down the long, dark, echoing stairs; and in the open air at last, suffered one great, tearless, convulsive sob to relieve my overladen heart."
From Chapter XLII