Angelika opened it--grew crimson; for he wrote that the result of
his most serious considerations was, that neither she nor her
children should be injured by him. He was an honourable man who
would bear his own responsibilities, not let others be burdened by
them.
Angelika handed the letter to her friend, then tore up the one
which she had been writing, and left the house.
Her friend stood thinking to herself--The good that is in us must
go bail for the evil, so we must rest and be satisfied.
The discovery which she had made had often been made before, but
it was none the less true.
CHAPTER 5
The next day they were married. That night, long after his wife
had fallen into her usual healthy sleep, Rafael thought
sorrowfully of his lost Paradise. HE could not sleep. As he lay
there he seemed to look out over a meadow, which had no
springtime, and therefore no flowers. He retraced the events of
the past day. His would be a marred life which had never known the
sweet joys of courtship.
Angelika did not share his beliefs. She was a stern realist, a
sneering sceptic, in the most literal sense a cynic.
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