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You'll have to come with me to do as I tell you. I oh, confound it !" He broke off, realising how dictatorial his voice had grown. He paced away from her again, and again came back. "Look at me, Christine." She raised her eyes obediently. The hot blood rushed to Jimmy's face. He wondered if It were only his fancy, or if there were really scorn in their soft brownness.
If they were going to say anything about his mother, good or bad, he would fly at them, just as he had flown at his old aggressors in the Terrace, regardless of size and numbers. "Your father, then?" "I haven't got a father." His questioner smiled faintly, not without asperity. "Come, come, you are not yet a gentleman in independent circumstances. Who takes care of you?" "Christine."
"Dost, feel thyself better, and more able to listen to thy friends, dear Christine?" asked Adelheid, taking the hand of the repudiated and deserted girl with the tenderness of an affectionate sister. Until now the sufferer had only spoken the few words related, in mild reproof of her mother's indiscretion.
He had learned from Eliza whose mouth was shut so tight to the other servants that she went among them almost like a dumb woman that on the day of his making the announcement concerning her husband to Christine, a messenger had brought Dallas a note, after reading which he had hurriedly put a few things into a valise and left the house. Since then he had not been heard from.
I shall never forgive myself; but she'll be all right now if she has a nice sleep, poor darling." Jimmy could not meet her eyes; he bit his lip hard to hide its sudden trembling. The doctor came to Jimmy's rescue. "Has your mother ever had similar attacks to this one, Miss Wyatt?" he asked. Christine considered. "She hasn't been very well lately.
"Your highness can save yourself from all these small annoyances," said Pollnitz; "you have only to marry." "Marry, bah! That means to give my poor sister-in-law, Elizabeth Christine, a companion, that they may sing their sorrows to each other. No, I have not the bravery of my kingly brother, to make a feeling, human being unhappy in order to satisfy state politics.
"Christine, answer me. Did or did not this man make advances to you?" "Edward, he did." "What happened?" "He gave me a long, tiresome, moral lecture and, judging by you, my dear, that is proof of affection." "You're simply amusing yourself with me!" "I'm not amusing myself very much, Edward, if that's any comfort."
Her voice came back to him, a mournful echo; and his own husky answer: "You've got me, Christine!" How could he go back on that how could he add to her weight of sorrow? "She's got nobody but me in all the world," he said simply; he was looking at Cynthia now, as if he found it easier. "She has just lost her mother, and she's the loneliest little thing " he stopped jaggedly.
By what mad road, through what passages of mystery and darkness known to him alone had Erik dragged that pure-souled child to the awful haunt, with the Louis-Philippe room, opening out on the lake? "Christine! Christine! ... Why don't you answer? ... Are you alive? ..." Hideous thoughts flashed through Raoul's congested brain.
With a certain genial capacity for universal blarney, he was at first as impressive with Sophie as he was attentive to Christine. It was quite natural that presently Madame Lavilette should see possibilities beyond all her past imaginations.
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