And, in the same hour, Maud was upon her knees, in the silence of
her own chamber, shedding tears which were at once both sweet and
bitter, in her heart a tumult of emotion, joy and thanksgiving at
strife with those dark powers which shadowed her existence. _She_
had do doubts of the completeness and persistency of her love. But
was not this love a sin, and its very strength the testimony of her
soul's loss?
CHAPTER XXVIII
SLIMY'S DAY
Waymark had written to Ida just after her imprisonment began, a few
words of such comfort as he could send. No answer came; perhaps the
prison rules prevented it. When the term was drawing to a close, he
wrote again, to let her know that he would meet her on the morning
of her release.
It would be on a Tuesday morning. As the time drew near, Waymark did
his best to think of the matter quietly. The girl had no one else to
help her; it would have been brutality to withdraw and leave her to
her fate, merely because he just a little feared the effect upon
himself of such a meeting. And the feeling on her side? Well, that
he could not pretend to be ignorant of, and, in spite of everything,
there was still the same half-acknowledged pleasure in the thought.
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