You were
naturally a great woman, and sometimes I have a feeling I might be a
great man, but I don't get started for it. I suppose, you once had an
idea you'd play a big part in the world?"
"Girls have dreams," she answered with moist eyes, "and at times I
thought great things might come to me; but I married and got lost."
"You got lost?" asked Carnac anxiously, for there was a curious note in
her voice.
She tried to change the effect of her words.
"Yes, I lost myself in somebody else's ambitions I lost myself in the
storm."
Carnac laughed. "Father was always a blizzard, wasn't he? Now here, now
there, he rushed about making money, humping up his business, and yet why
shouldn't you have ranged beside him. I don't understand."
"No, that's the bane of life," she replied. "We don't understand each
other. I can't understand why you don't marry Junia. You love her.
You don't understand why I couldn't play as big a part as your father--
I couldn't. He was always odd--masterful and odd, and I never could do
just as he liked."
There was yearning sadness in her eyes. "Dear Carnac, John Grier is a
whirlwind, but he's also a still pool in which currents are secretly
twisting, turning. His imagination, his power is enormous; but he's
Oriental, a barbarian.
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