The Treloars Author:Mary Fisher General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1917 Original Publisher: Thomas Y. Crowell Company Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com whe... more »re you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER XV Proud and chaste women who feel deeply, have a wonderful power of concealing the wounds of the heart, and the more deeply they suffer, the more instinctively they recoil from any parade of it. Like Hamlet they are able to jest and flout with death in their hearts, and they would endure a thousand tortures rather than bare their grief to the public. Dolly, waking up after a fitful sleep in the early morning, for she had lain awake all night, looked at herself in the mirror, expecting to see her eyes sunken, her cheeks pale, her dark hair threaded with white; she felt so old! so old! But seeing nothing of the kind, only the same bright rosy face in the frame of luxuriant dark hair, took heart and resolved that nothing of the inner tragedy should ever appear in her behavior. She even attempted a little comedy by trying to sing, but the song died so pitifully away in choking tears that wished to have their way with her that she gave it up, thinking it useless to pretend to herself that life was just the same as it had been yesterday morning. She really had not cried yet, beyond this stubborn swelling in her throat, and she meant not to cry outwardly though her whole soul was dissolved in tears. She had a great deal of pride, our Dolly, and like all proud women, she felt humbled to the dust by this gift of her love unasked, unwanted. The morning was gray and dull, the heavy fog of the night before not having lifted, blurred the near landscape and quite obliterated the distant one. The roses at her window hung their heavy heads dripping with moistur...« less