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Half-an-hour later, the carriage drove off with the elderly gentleman, and two or three messengers left the house, speeding in various directions. Rustics in smock-frocks began to hang about the road opposite the house, or lean against trees, looking idly at the windows and chimneys. A tap came to Cytherea's door. She opened it to a young maid-servant.
Manston's clear-headedness and integrity to venture upon such an extraordinary course of conduct no motive on earth. 'That was my own opinion till after the visit of a friend last night a friend of mine and poor little Cytherea's. 'Ah and Cytherea, said Miss Aldclyffe, catching at the idea raised by the name.
Miss Aldclyffe made it appear more clearly than ever that aid to Owen from herself depended entirely upon Cytherea's acceptance of her steward. Hemmed in and distressed, Cytherea's answers to his importunities grew less uniform; they were firm, or wavering, as Owen's malady fluctuated.
But things are not what they seem. A responsive love for Edward Springrove had made its appearance in Cytherea's bosom with all the fascinating attributes of a first experience, not succeeding to or displacing other emotions, as in older hearts, but taking up entirely new ground; as when gazing just after sunset at the pale blue sky we see a star come into existence where nothing was before.
'Whoso for hours or lengthy days Shall catch her aspect's changeful rays, Then turn away, can none recall Beyond a galaxy of all In hazy portraiture; Lit by the light of azure eyes Like summer days by summer skies: Her sweet transitions seem to be A kind of pictured melody, And not a set contour. A strange expression had overspread Cytherea's countenance.
The latter was Cytherea's case now. First, an agony of face told of the suppressed misery within her, which presently could be suppressed no longer. When they were coming out of the porch, there broke from her in a low plaintive scream the words, 'He's dying dying! O God, save us! She began to sink down, and would have fallen had not Manston caught her.
It was the third week in September, about five weeks after Cytherea's arrival, when Miss Aldclyffe requested her one day to go through the village of Carriford and assist herself in collecting the subscriptions made by some of the inhabitants of the parish to a religious society she patronized.
'Why, what on earth are you doing with my head? she exclaimed, with widely opened eyes. At the words she felt the back of Cytherea's little hand tremble against her neck. 'Perhaps you prefer it done the other fashion, madam? said the maiden. 'No, no; that's the fashion right enough, but you must make more show of my hair than that, or I shall have to buy some, which God forbid!
Taking from his coat a creased and pocket-worn envelope containing Cytherea's letter to himself, Springrove opened it and read it through. He was upbraided therein, and he was dismissed. But though he accused her of fickleness, he would not doubt the genuineness, in its kind, of her partiality for him at Budmouth.
What could be Manston's reason for such an astounding trick he could by no stretch of imagination divine. He changed his direction as soon as the woman was out of sight, and plodded along the lanes homeward to Tolchurch. One new idea was suggested to him by his desire to allay Cytherea's dread of being claimed, and by the difficulty of believing that the first Mrs.
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