Excerpt from The Repentance of Paul Wentworth, Vol. 3 of 3: A Novel Not that she desired solitude for purposes of reflection. Far from it. She had had ample time already for that unpleasant exercise, after her husband had flung angrily away to join his hunting friends at the close of another fruitless, disheartening interview; she had had the whole of a long morning in her own room, while her hostess supposed her to be busy writing letters, and so good-naturedly forbore to disturb her. She knew she should have time enough and to spare in those still longer night-watches when oblivion would refuse to come at her bidding, and all the mocking ghosts of the dead past, all the miserable presentiments of the menacing future, which she managed after a fashion to exorcise and keep at bay during daylight hours, would crowd upon her unsleeping vision. No, she had not come out to think, nor even to try and distract her thoughts, but for a more prosaic and unromantic reason. She was not a woman4 the repentance OF paul wentworth. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.