Love lying in her heart had made her a little more
shy than formerly in seeking him, but her straightforward way of
taking whatever she wanted made her transparent little attempts at
concealment very pathetic.
As for Brandon, the shaft had entered his heart, too, poor fellow, as
surely as love had dawned in Mary's, but there was this difference:
With our princess--at least I so thought at the time--the sun of love
might dawn and lift itself to mid-heaven and glow with the fervent
ardor of high noon--for her blood was warm with the spark of her
grandfather's fire--and then sink into the west and make room for
another sun to-morrow. But with Brandon's stronger nature the sun
would go till noon and there would burn for life. The sun, however,
had not reached its noon with Brandon, either; since he had set his
brain against his heart, and had done what he could to stay the
all-consuming orb at its dawning. He knew the hopeless misery such a
passion would bring him, and helped the good Lord, in so far as he
could, to answer his prayer, and lead him not into temptation.
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