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Excerpt from In Bonds: A Novel

The young girl contemplated his descent with a smile of pleasure upon her lips, and sprang joyfully forward as he gained the flat beach and stood before her.

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Excerpt from In Bonds: A Novel

"In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours,
Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers;
Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all."

"Trust me not at all or all in all." Tennyson's "Vivian."

The tide was coming in. Gently the swelling waves kissed the pebbly strand, as they yielded unto it their offerings of strangely-fashioned shells and clinging weeds. Gleaming in the last rays of the setting sun, they rolled murmuringly almost to the feet of a young girl who stood pensively watching their ebb and flow.

The scene was exceedingly wild and picturesque, and of it the fair wanderer formed a striking feature as she stood facing the ocean framed by gray, barren cliffs which rose abruptly upon each hand. Standing thus with the shadows of evening stealthily gathering over her face and enwrapping her form, and all surrounding it, she might have been fancied the very Genius of Solitude. She was of medium height, though she looked much taller as she stood, with her crimson shawl wrapped closely around her slender figure, gazing intently far over the waters. She was very pale - not purely white - but of that rich olive tint which distinguishes beauties of the far South. Even her cheeks were unflushed by a tint of rose, yet were redeemed from sallowness by a glow of warmth which was diffused over her countenance, as if a sunbeam were prisoned there. Her hair was of purplish blackness, shining and wavy, brushed plainly back from the somewhat low forehead, and gathered in a large knot at the back of her well-formed head. A bow of crimson ribbon enhanced its blackness, and gave a tint of color to the cheek near which it floated. A shadow of deep thought - a faint trace of melancholy - seemed to settle upon her as she thus stood motionless, her full red lips compressed, and her white hands tightly clasped, as if in a mighty effort to restrain the impatience of her soul.

At last she started, and a smile of joy banished all gloom from her face as she heard the faint sound of a human voice break upon the stillness. Turning quickly she eagerly looked, first to the narrow, level beach on her left, and then up among the cliffs, upon a narrow path by which also the cove might be gained. On the summit of the highest cliff stood a young man, who waved his hand in token of recognition, and then began the descent of the precipitous path.

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This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.