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Title: The island of regeneration : a story of what ought to be
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Brady, Cyrus Townsend, 1861-1920 Kinney, Margaret West, b. 1872 Kinney, Troy, 1871-1938 Dodd, Mead & Company. pbl
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Publisher: New York : Dodd, Mead and Company
Contributing Library: Duke University Libraries
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hid her face in her arms, clenched her handsand gave way to voiceless agony. Sometimes thereis nothing so terrible, she realized, as prayer granted,as desire accomplished, as undertaking brought toconclusion. The awfulness of success was upon herin that hour. Her ruse had worked. Her objecthad been attained, yet the achievement gave her nopleasure, on the contrary I Her own acts had parted her irrevocably foreverfrom the world and the one man in it who was theworld for her. He was gone. She who had madehim had sent him forth among his fellows. Shehad sacrificed herself, burled herself alive for him.She felt as a mother might who experiences birthpangs and knows that with every throb of tearinganguish her own life ebbs away, passes into the newlife which she ushers into the world and gives tomen. She had had long hours for thought in those twodays in that cave whose mouth the waters hid. Shehad schooled herself to face light and life withouthim when she emerged from her cunning hiding
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SHE HAD SACRIFICED HERSELF, BURIEDHERSELF ALIVE FOR HIm Abandoned Zoj place. She had waited the long period In order tomake absolutely certain that they all would be gone.And yet, despite herself, a little gleam of hope, abare possibility that he might still be there, had ling-ered In her soul and leavened the awfulness of hergrief. Now that hope was gone. It had disap-peared even as the ships had disappeared. She had been bitter against him. Her soul hadrevolted because he had failed. She had told her-self that he was not worthy of her. She forgotthese things In that profound and desolate moment.She knew only that she loved him. When she couldthink of other things than of him—the mere bodilypresence of the man, the look of him, the sound ofhis voice, the pressure of his lips, the clasp of hisarms—she began to realize that as he grew older,unless she was so absolutely mistaken In him as tomake all estimate of him a mockery, he would real-ize the falsity of his view, the lltdeness

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