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The room was small, but better furnished than the ordinary rooms in the house, and it was brightened by all sorts of pretty things, handsomely-bound books upon hanging shelves, pictures, Dresden cups and saucers, toilet-bottles and boxes, which Miss Darrell had brought from home.
"Darrell, I was not." "You own it, and you suffer me to see you again! Trifler and cruel one, is it but to enjoy the sense of your undiminished, unalterable power?" "Alas, Darrell! alas! why am I here? why so yearning, yet so afraid to come? Why did my heart fail when these trees rose in sight against the sky? why, why why was it drawn hither by the spell I could not resist? Alas, Darrell, alas!
Could we, after many years, turn back to the romance at the page at which we left off, we should " COLONEL MORLEY. "Not care a straw to read on! Certainly, half the peculiar charm of a person beloved must be ascribed to locality and circumstance." DARRELL. "I don't quite understand you." COLONEL MORLEY. "Then, as you liked my former illustration, I will explain myself by another one more homely.
Poole and myself, I think that your peace might be permanently secured without the slightest sacrifice of honour. Will you leave the matter in my hands on this assurance that I will not give this person a farthing except on the conditions I have premised?" "On these conditions, yes, and most gratefully," said Darrell. Alban pressed his friend's hand, and both were silent for some moments.
"I heard his voice; but I saw them on the stairs, and durst not approach him, for fear of giving the alarm." "If you mean the fugitive, Darrell, he has escaped through the back window," replied Jonathan. "Thank Heaven!" she gasped. "Well, you women are forgiving creatures, I must say," observed Jonathan, sarcastically.
But whatever brought Waife and Lionel thus in confidential intercourse could not but renew yet more vividly the hopes she had been endeavouring of late to stifle. Was not Mr. Darrell that relation to her lost mother upon whom she had claims not hitherto conceded? Lionel and Waife both with that relation now!
Guy Darrell resumed the thread of solitary life at Fawley with a calm which was deeper in its gloom than it had been before. The experiment of return to the social world had failed. The resolutions which had induced the experiment were finally renounced.
Only those passages which denounced a scheme to frustrate some marriage meditated by Mr. Darrell made him somewhat uneasy, and appeared to him to demand an explanation. But Caroline, in the anguish to which she awakened, forestalled his inquiries.
Oh, if we could only just be lovers until all this dreadful uncertainty is past! I'm sure it would come out all right, and I would gladly wait years for him, if only he would let me!" As she sat alone in her misery she heard Walcott take his departure. A little later Darrell returned and went to his room, and soon after she heard her aunt's step in the hall, followed by a quiet knock at her door.
Stormont in a half-contemptuous tone. 'Why not? Milly asked quickly. 'Because I never heard any goof of him. 'But he has reformed, it seems, said Mr. Darrell, 'and is leading quite a steady life at Cumber, the Collingwoods tell me. Augusta and I called at the Rectory this morning, and the Rector and his wife talked a good deal of him. I was rather pleased with him, I confess, just now.
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