
Friend of yours. He spoke of you as if he knew you very well." Evelyn did not reply, and we soon reached the spot where Claude and Alice had pitched their tents. Alice was delighted to see us and insisted on our staying for tea. She was as lively and talkative as ever, and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her travels. As we sat together, I couldn't help but notice how different Claude seemed. He was more subdued, less confident than I remembered. Perhaps marriage had changed him, or perhaps it was something else. I couldn't tell. After tea, we took our leave, promising to meet again before they left Jerusalem. As we walked back to our hotel, Evelyn was unusually quiet. I wondered if seeing Claude had brought back memories she would rather forget. "Are you alright, Evelyn?" I asked gently. "Yes, I'm fine," she replied, though her voice lacked its usual cheerfulness. "It's just strange seeing Claude again, that's all." I nodded, understanding that some memories take longer to fade than others. But I was grateful for the peace and happiness that had come into Evelyn's life since those days. As we reached the hotel, the sun was setting over Jerusalem, casting a golden glow over the city. It was a beautiful sight, one that reminded me of the many blessings we had received on this journey. And as I looked at Evelyn, I knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, with faith and hope in our hearts.
By O.F. Walton · First published 1884 · Genre: Philosophical Fiction, Literary Fiction, Psychological Fiction · 19 chapters · 81,645 words
IT has often seemed very strange to me, that in moments of great anxiety or trouble, when our minds and our hearts are stretched to the uttermost, we notice with the keenest perception every little object around us. Each moving leaf, each nodding flower, catches our attention, and, years afterwards, we can remember, as distinctly as if it were yesterday, how everything looked in those sorrowful moments, when our minds were filled with thoughts of things and people far away.
Was I Right? is listed on Textopian as a novel by O.F. Walton, dated 1884 CE.
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philosophy · self-reflection · introspection · personal growth · decision-making · reasoning · accountability · consequences · wisdom · debate · critical thinking · self-awareness