CHAPTER XXXIIt has been well said that there are few things that we cannot win, if they be pursued with a ruthless will; but it is not till they are gained that God will show us the price, which we shall have no choice but to pay. So Angelica found it now. She had won clear, as it seemed, from a life of prayer that had no pleasure for her, and here she was, with her legs in a boy’s hose, where they had no business to be, and where it seemed they must remain for the time, about which she had little joy. There have been a few women, at sundry rimes, who have played the man from a free choice, even to going unguessed to the camp and the battle-front, but she did not think herself to be of their sort. She felt strangely alone, being cut off at once from her own kind and the natural challenge o
