"
In an instant Mary's eyes shot fire, and her face was like the
blackest storm cloud.
"Carry this to the king: that I will see him and the whole kingdom
sunk in hell before I will marry Louis of France. That is my answer
once and for all. Good even', Master Wolsey." And she swept out of the
room with head up and dilating nostrils, the very picture of defiance.
St. George! She must have looked superb. She was one of the few
persons whom anger and disdain and the other passions which we call
ungentle seemed to illumine--they were so strong in her, and yet not
violent. It seemed that every deep emotion but added to her beauty and
brought it out, as the light within a church brings out the exquisite
figuring on the windows.
[Illustration]
After Wolsey had gone, Jane said to Mary: "Don't you think it would
have been better had you sent a softer answer to your brother? I
believe you could reach his heart even now if you were to make the
effort. You have not tried in this matter as you did in the others.
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