What is happiness for one is
misery for another, and while human beings vary as the clouds of heaven,
no life can be lived by set rule.
Over these things the Rector pondered. He felt the difference in Dora.
She was still his daughter, but no longer a child. Her existence was
still his chief care, but he could only stand by and help a little here
and there; for the dependency of childhood was left behind, and her
evident intention was to work out her own life in her own way. So do
those who are dependent by nature upon the advice and sympathy of others
learn to lean only upon their own strength.
In the room overhead, standing by the window with weary eyes, Dora was
murmuring: "I wonder--I wonder if I shall be able to hold out against
them all."
CHAPTER XXII
ACROSS THE YEARS
Across the years you seem to come.
"That is just what I can't do. I cannot afford to wait."
Arthur Agar drew in his neatly-shod little feet, and leant back in the
deep chair which was always set aside as his in the Stagholme
drawing-room.
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