I cannot define what it was about Mary that made her little speeches,
half argumentative, all-pleading, so wonderfully persuasive. Her facts
were mere fancies, and her logic was not even good sophistry. As to
real argument and reasoning, there was nothing of either in them. It
must have been her native strength of character and intensely vigorous
personality; some unknown force of nature, operating through her
occultly, that turned the channels of other persons' thoughts and
filled them with her own will. There was magic in her power, I am
certain, but unconscious magic to Mary, I am equally sure. She never
would have used it knowingly.
There was still another obstacle to which Mary administered her
favorite remedy, the Gordian knot treatment. Brandon said: "It cannot
be; you are not my wife, and we dare not trust a priest here to unite
us."
"No," replied Mary, with hanging head, "but we can--can find one over
there."
"I do not know how that will be; we shall probably not find one; at
least, I fear; I do not know.
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