But it was quiet. It was warm
. . . "
Again she paused, then going back in her thoughts. "No! There was no
harm in that letter. It was simply foolish. What did I know of life
then? Nothing. But Mrs. Fyne ought to have known better. She wrote a
letter to her brother, a little later. Years afterwards Roderick allowed
me to glance at it. I found in it this sentence: 'For years I tried to
make a friend of that girl; but I warn you once more that she has the
nature of a heartless adventuress . . . ' Adventuress!" repeated Flora
slowly. "So be it. I have had a fine adventure."
"It was fine, then," I said interested.
"The finest in the world! Only think! I loved and I was loved,
untroubled, at peace, without remorse, without fear. All the world, all
life were transformed for me. And how much I have seen! How good people
were to me! Roderick was so much liked everywhere. Yes, I have known
kindness and safety. The most familiar things appeared lighted up with a
new light, clothed with a loveliness I had never suspected. The sea
itself! . .
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