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Then, without letting him see her, Cytherea slipt out of church early, and went home, the tones of the organ still lingering in her ears as she tried bravely to kill a jealous thought that would nevertheless live: 'My nature is one capable of more, far more, intense feeling than hers! She can't appreciate all the sides of him she never will!
'Cytherea! he said softly. She let drop her hand, and turned her head, evidently thinking that her visitor could be no other than Manston, yet puzzled at the voice. There was no preface on Springrove's tongue; he forgot his position hers that he had come to ask quietly if Manston had other proofs of being a widower everything and jumped to a conclusion.
She proceeded to make general remarks in a noticeably forced tone of sang-froid, from which she soon lapsed into silence. Not another word was said about the letter: she seemed very anxious to get her dressing done, and the room cleared. Thereupon Cytherea went away to the other window, and a few minutes later left the room to follow her own pursuits.
'I know all about it, she said hastily; 'and those are the grounds of my refusal. You and Owen know the whole truth the two I love best on earth and I am content. But the scandal will be continually repeated, and I can never give any one the opportunity of saying to you that your wife.... She utterly broke down and wept. 'Don't, my own darling! he entreated. 'Don't, Cytherea!
'Certainly, I know no more than you and others know it was a gratuitous unpleasantness in you to say you did not doubt me. Why should you, or anybody, have doubted me? 'Well, where is my sister? said Owen. 'Locked in the next room. His own answer reminded Manston that Cytherea must, by some inscrutable means, have had an inkling of the event. Owen had gone to the door of Cytherea's room.
Raunham, 'I should advise your asking in a straightforward way for legal proof from the steward that the present woman is really his original wife a thing which, to my mind, you should have done at the outset. He turned to Cytherea kindly, and asked her what made her give up her husband so unceremoniously.
They went to the pier; stepped into one of the gaily painted boats moored alongside and sheered off. Cytherea sat in the stern steering. They rowed that evening; the next came, and with it the necessity of rowing again. Then the next, and the next, Cytherea always sitting in the stern with the tiller ropes in her hand.
'I don't know nothing. It has quite gone off now... Cytherea, I hope you like Springrove. Springrove's a nice fellow, you know. 'Yes. I think he is, except that 'It happened just to the purpose that I should meet him there, didn't it? And when I reached the station and learnt that I could not get on by train my foot seemed better.
'But never mind, added the rector, 'it was all the greater credit to your womanhood, perhaps. I say, then, get your brother to write a line to Mr. Or, if you would rather, I'll write myself? 'O no, sir, no, pleaded Cytherea, beginning to blanch, and breathing quickly. 'Please don't say anything. Let me live here with Owen.
And my reluctance increased, and there the body remained. The oven was, after all, never likely to be opened in my time. 'I married Cytherea Graye, and never did a bridegroom leave the church with a heart more full of love and happiness, and a brain more fixed on good intentions, than I did on that morning.
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