There was only her mother there, however.
I waited to accost her at the church door after the service was over.
“Oh, Mrs Clyde,” I said, “do not be my enemy!”
But, she took no notice of me:—she cut me dead.
I was convinced that all was lost now.
It was of no use my longer attempting to fight against fate:—I gave up hope completely;—and then—and then—
I went to the devil!
Rochefoucauld says in his pointed “Maxims” that—
“There is nothing so catching as example; nor is there ever great good or ill done that does not produce its like. We imitate good actions through emulation, and bad ones through the malignity of our nature, which shame restrains and example emancipates.”
That was my case now.