The things we do!

Not to every one are the same truths revealed
with the same force; for the most part it is only through a
searching experience that we can come clearly to understand
one or another, which is to our neighbour as his most unerring
instinct; and such must have been this integrity of purpose in
Madelon, who, in affirming that she always kept her promises,
had uttered no idle vaunt, nor even the proved result of such
experience as her short life had afforded, but had simply
given expression to what she instinctively knew to be the
strongest truth in her nature.
That evening, after Madelon had gone up to bed, she stood long
at her open window looking out into the night. Her bedroom was
high up in the hotel, and overlooked a large public place;
just opposite was a big, lighted theatre, and from where she
stood she could catch the sound of the music, and could fancy
the bright interior, the gay dresses, the balcony, the great
chandeliers, the actors, the stage. It was her farewell for
many a long day to the scenes and pleasures of her past life,
but she did not know it.


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