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Here she paused in her narrative and made a move, adroitly driving Theresa Bilson before her out on to the landing, thus putting a greater distance between that tormented spinster and the neighbourhood of Damaris' bed-chamber. Her handsome brown eyes held the light of battle and her colour was high.
And at this Damaris left the business willingly enough, secure that if tender-hearted Aunt Felicia was party to the removal, it would very surely be effected with due regard to appearances and as slight damage to "feelings" as could well be.
After which she sent them flying, amid cuffings and spittings extraordinary, whenever they attempted to approach her; and, oblivious of their orphaned and wistful existence, yielded herself with bewitching vivacity, to fresh intrigues and amours new. The long quiet morning indoors, with cats and books for company, at once soothed Damaris and made her restless.
For the black horse, Damaris driving it, gave place to none, covering the mounting tale of miles handsomely at an even, swinging trot.
Whereat the latter's timorous step grew almost jaunty and his chest more than ever inflated. If Henrietta carried things off to admiration in the first amazement of impact, she carried them off equally to admiration in her meeting with Damaris. It was the prettiest little scene in the world.
"There wasn't anything amusing, dear Billy, I'm sure there wasn't," Damaris returned, the corners of her mouth still quivering and her eyes very bright. "I beg your pardon. I'm afraid I wasn't quite attending. I was thinking of something else. You were speaking about the carriage horses, weren't you? Yes." But Theresa turned sulky.
I'm not a spend-thrift by nature, luckily. And I have amply enough not only to hold my own in my profession and win through, but to procure myself the pleasures and amusements I happen to fancy. I want you to remember that, please. Tell me is it quite clear to you?" "Yes," Damaris said, "you have made it quite clear."
"I could almost wish those dear holy women had gathered your little soul into the fold, when they had you in their keeping and made a good Catholic of you, dearest witch," he told her. "It would have been a rather flagrant case of cradle-snatching, I own, but I can't help thinking it would have simplified many difficulties for you." "And raised a good many, too," Damaris gaily answered him.
A little longer and I will let thee go, and Sidney's sister will comfort thee and be kind to thee." "What else?" said Damaris, beneath her breath. "What else? O God! no more!" Ferne drew from his doublet a knot of soiled ribbon. Again he was speaking, but not with the voice he had used before.
For it wasn't suitable Miss Damaris should be moping alone upstairs at odd times like this. It all came of yesterday's upset. Her righteous anger blazed against the clerical culprit. In that connection there was other matter of which she craved to deliver herself refreshing items of local gossip, sweet as honey to the mouth did she but dare retail them. She balanced the question this way and that.
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