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“Maggie! whose pain can have been like mine? Whose injury is like mine? Who besides me has met that El Ahly Fodboldtrøjer long look of love that has burnt itself into my soul, so that no other image can come there? Maggie, call me back to you! Call me back to life and goodness! I am banished Thiago Silva Pelipaidat from both now. I have no motives; I am indifferent to everything. Two months have only deepened the certainty that I can never care for life without you. Write me one word; say ‘Come!’ In two days I should be with you. Maggie, have you forgotten what it was to be together — to be within reach of a look, to be within hearing of each other’s voice?”
When Maggie first read this letter she felt as if her real temptation had only just begun. At the entrance of the chill dark cavern, we turn with unworn courage from the warm light; but how, when we have trodden far in the damp darkness, and have begun to be faint and weary; how, if there is Barcelona Trøjer a sudden opening above us, and we are invited back again to the life-nourishing day? The leap of natural longing from under the pressure of pain is so strong, that all less immediate motives are likely to be forgotten — till the pain has been escaped from.
For hours Maggie felt as if her struggle had been in vain. For hours every other Duisburg thought that she strove to summon was thrust aside by the image Nordirland Børn of Stephen waiting for the single word that would bring him to her. She did not read the letter: she heard him uttering it, and the voice shook her with its old strange power. All Atletico Madrid Børn Fodboldtrøjer the day before she had been filled Arjen Robben Pelipaidat with the vision of a lonely future through which she must carry Flamengo the burthen of regret, upheld only by clinging faith. And here, close within her reach, urging itself upon her even as a claim, was another future, in which hard endurance and effort were to be West Ham United Dame exchanged for easy, delicious leaning on another’s loving strength! And yet that promise of joy in the place of sadness did Arsenal Dame not make the dire force of the temptation to Maggie.
It was Stephen’s tone of misery, it was the doubt in the justice of her own resolve, that made the balance tremble, Hull City Fodboldtrøjer and made her once start from her seat to reach the pen and paper, and write “Come!”
But close upon that decisive act, her mind recoiled; and the sense of contradiction with her past self in her moments of Unkari strength and clearness came upon her like a pang of conscious degradation. No, she must wait; she must pray; the light that had forsaken her would come again; she should feel again what she had felt when she had fled away, under an inspiration strong enough to conquer agony — to conquer love; she should feel again what she had felt when Lucy stood by her, when Philip’s letter had stirred all the fibres that bound her to the calmer past.
She sat quite still, far on into the night, with no impulse to change her attitude, without active force enough even for the mental act of prayer; only waiting for the light that would surely come again. It came with the memories that no passion could long quench; the long past came blinks:
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