Explore "The Battle Ground" by Ellen Glasgow on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
"Dear God, let him love me," she prayed again in the cool twilight of her chamber. Before the open window she put her hands to her burning cheeks and felt the wind trickle between her quivering fingers. Her heart fluttered like a bird and her blood went in little tremours through her veins. For a single instant she seemed to feel the passage of the earth through space. "Oh, let him love me! let him love me! " she cried upon her knees.
When Virginia came in she rose and turned to her with the brightness of tears on her lashes.