This time they would call it murder. Washed in light from the vestry window, she held her ground, all thought at bay, bar the steel determination long ago instilled in her by her unconventional tutor. It was his mother, and as he gazed on her pallid features and motionless frame, Jack's heart severely smote him. “Not a bit of it,” he said; “it’s only a score in a game. But this time she wanted nothing for herself: she wanted something for Hoddy—success. I knew where I would go next: Florence. So I come round the other way and—Lordy, miss, I’m that sorry I made a mull of it. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry.
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