Should She Have Left Him? — page 100: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

94 SHOULD SHE HAVE LEFT HIM? love that her brown eyes were deepened into black—soft, lustrous black. “Ah, mother, you do not understand. Could you present to your world the same girl Dorothy Courtenay was that day when she left her girl home for the last time, perhaps you might. Mar- triage is transformation. Dorothy Courtenay has passed away. She no longer exists.” She rose from her seat, and twining her arms about her mother’s neck in the way Mrs. Courtenay remembered so well of old, said in a sweet low voice: “And can Mrs. Herbert Courtenay, even, plead for the social position of a daughter, who by flying to her father’s home admits she is not a wife, yet who bears in her arms the evidence she should be? A life is quickening—a dear little, human life, and the crown of motherhood, is making ready for me.” Oh, divine motherhood! Oh, the divine mother love—that silver cord, which draws all mother hearts together into the bonds of common sympathy. Forgotten the world and society, forgotten the pride of rank and,the ambitions of caste, forgotten the splitting of moral hairs, in that precious moment when, impulse and affection taking sway, Dorothy found herself in her mother’s arms. Comicboolkks C@ 3}