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Crestow and husband, had very properly furnished a report to the family of the memorable evening; and the hubbub over it, with the epithets applied to Alvan, intimated how he would have been received on a visit to demand her in marriage.
He apologized to you for his daughter's insolence to me. He will not fight, be sure. 'Perhaps not, Tresten said. 'As for the girl, Alvan has the fullest right to revile her: it cannot be too widely known. I could cry: "What wisdom there is in men when they are mad!" We must allow it to counterbalance breaches of ordinary courtesy. "With the name she deserves," you say?
It can't be! She snapped at herself for not pitying him more but a sword had flashed to cut her gordian knot: she her saw him dead, the obstacle removed, the man whom her parents opposed to Alvan swept away: she saw him as a black gate breaking to a flood of light. She had never invoked it, never wished, never dreamed it, but if it was to be?... 'Oh! impossible. One of us is crazy.
Now she is old and you are friends. 'Friends, yes, Alvan replied, and praised the girl, as of course she deserved to be praised for her open mind. 'We are friends! he said, dropping a deep-chested breath. The title this girl scornfully supplied was balm to the vanity she had stung, and his burnt skin was too eager for a covering of any sort to examine the mood of the giver.
All day she was emitting tobacco-smoke; it was notorious, Clotilde had not to learn it from her father; but now she saw the filthy rag that standard of female independence was that petticoated Unfeminine, fouler than masculine! Alvan preferred the lichen-draped tree to the sunny flower, it was evident, for never a letter from Alvan had come to her.
The composition of the letter, and the sense that the thing was done, made her stony to Alvan.
Alvan thundered an 'Impossible! The child was recovering; Clotilde was running into danger: he argued with the senseless woman, opposing reason to the feminine sentiment of the maternal, and of course he was beaten. He was compelled to sit and gnaw his eloquence. Clotilde likened his appearance to a strangled roar.
'This would be the home for you if we were flying, said he, glancing round at the room, with a sensation like a shudder, 'Tell me what there is to be told. 'Alvan, I have; that is all. They will not listen; they loathe Oh! what possesses them! 'They have not met me yet! 'They will not, will not ever no! 'They must. 'They refuse. Their child, for daring to say she loves you, is detested.
She looked half imploringly, biting her lip to correct the peeping wish. Alvan pressed a finger on one of her dimples: 'Be brave. Flight and defiance are our last resource. Now that I see you resolved I shun the scandal, and we will leave it to them to insist on it, if it must be. How can you be less than resolved after I have poured my influence into your veins?
Your Pyrrhas, Glyceras, and others of the like, were not stable persons for a man of our days to bind his life to one of them. Harness is harness, and a light yoke-fellow can make a proud career deviate. 'But I give her a soul! said Alvan. 'I am the wine, and she the crystal cup. She has avowed it again and again. You read her as she is when away from me.
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