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Campbell's poetry often reminds us of the purple gilliflower, both for its colour and its scent, its glowing warmth, its rich, languid, sullen hue, "Yet sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath!" There are those who complain of the little that Mr.
Some men said that this woman was as far inferior to Cytherea as earth to heaven; others, older and sager, thought Manston better off with such a wife than he would have been with one of Cytherea's youthful impulses, and inexperience in household management. All felt their curiosity dying out of them.
The town was in a ferment over the event, boxes being taken a week ahead. The doctor himself writ the epilogue, to be recited by the beautiful Mrs. Hallam, who had inspired him the year before to compose that famous poem beginning: "Around her see the Graces play, See Venus' Wanton doves, And in her Eye's Pellucid Ray See little Laughing Loves. Ye gods! 'Tis Cytherea's Face."
'Both on the same errand, he said gracefully. 'I will call her, said Cytherea, moving in haste to the foot of the stairs. 'One moment. He glided to her side. 'Don't call her for a moment, he repeated. But she had said, 'Mrs. Leat! He seized Cytherea's hand, kissed it tenderly, and carefully replaced it by her side.
But has anything else happened anything that concerns the wedding to-day? 'No, sir. Concluding that the connection which had seemed to be traced between himself and the event must in some way have arisen from Cytherea's friendliness towards the man, Owen turned about and went homewards in a much quieter frame of mind yet scarcely satisfied with the solution.
The third and last instance of Cytherea's subjection to those periodic terrors of the night which had emphasized her connection with the Aldclyffe name and blood occurred at the present date. It was about four o'clock in the morning when Cytherea, though most probably dreaming, seemed to awake and instantly was transfixed by a sort of spell, that had in it more of awe than of affright.
She ceased, took Cytherea's hand in her own, lifted the locket with the other, touched the spring and disclosed a miniature. 'It is a handsome face, is it not? she whispered mournfully, and even timidly. 'It is.
Recovering from the effect of Cytherea's voice and glance of entreaty, he laid the subject of the interview clearly before himself. The suspicions of Cytherea and Owen were honest, and had foundation that he must own. Was he a clergyman, magistrate, and conscientious man justified in yielding to Cytherea's importunities to keep silence, because she dreaded the possibility of a return to Manston?
Cytherea's heart was so full of anxiety that it superinduced a manner of confidence which was a death-blow to all formality. Mr. Raunham took her hand pityingly. 'It is a serious charge, he said, as a sort of original twig on which his thoughts might precipitate themselves.
The word 'engaged' had no sooner passed Cytherea's lips than the sound of it the mere sound of her own lips carried her mind to the time and circumstances under which Miss Aldclyffe had used it towards herself. A sickening thought followed based but on a mere surmise; yet its presence took every other idea away from Cytherea's mind.
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