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She has a mortal dread of things as they are." "She's afraid of them for Dolcino," I said: surprised a moment afterwards at being in a position thanks to Miss Ambient to be so explanatory; and surprised even now that Mark shouldn't have shown visibly that he wondered what the deuce I knew about it.
Her smooth shining hair was confined in a net. She gave me an adequate greeting, and Dolcino I thought this small name of endearment delightful took advantage of her getting up to slip away from her and go to his father, who seized him in silence and held him high for a long moment, kissing him several times.
"Nothing's lost upon me," she said in a tone that didn't make the contradiction less. "I know they're very interesting." "Don't you like papa's books?" Dolcino asked, addressing his mother but still looking at me. Then he added to me: "Won't you read them to me, American gentleman?" "I'd rather tell you some stories of my own," I said. "I know some that are awfully good."
It may have come partly, too, from a certain remorse at having complained to me of the fair lady who sat there, a desire to show me that he was after all not so miserable. Dolcino continued to be much better, and he had been promised he should come downstairs after he had had his dinner.
On entering the drawing-room at this hour, I found Miss Ambient in possession, as she had been the evening before. "I was right about Dolcino," she said, as soon as she saw me, with a strange little air of triumph. "He is really very ill." "Very ill! Why, when I last saw him, at four o'clock, he was in fairly good form."
Ambient, a little "the worse," as was mentioned, for her ministrations, during the night, to Dolcino, didn't appear at breakfast. Her husband described her, however, as hoping to go to church. I afterwards learnt that she did go, but nothing naturally was less on the cards than that we should accompany her.
I was just quitting him when the door of his study was noiselessly pushed open, and Mrs. Ambient stood before us. She looked at us a moment, with her candle in her hand, and then she said to her husband that as she supposed he had not gone to bed, she had come down to tell him that Dolcino was more quiet and would probably be better in the morning.
I found myself looking perpetually at Dolcino, and Dolcino looked back at me, and that was enough to detain me. When he looked at me he smiled, and I felt it was an absolute impossibility to abandon a child who was smiling at one like that. His eyes never wandered; they attached themselves to mine, as if among all the small incipient things of his nature there was a desire to say something to me.
Mark Ambient paid no attention to the summons, but Dolcino turned round and looked with eyes of shy entreaty at his mother. "Can't I go with papa?" "Not when I ask you to stay with me." "But please don't ask me, mamma," said the child, in his little clear, new voice. "I must ask you when I want you. Come to me, my darling." And Mrs.
She has a mortal dread of things as they are." "She's afraid of them for Dolcino," I said: surprised a moment afterwards at being in a position thanks to Miss Ambient to be so explanatory; and surprised even now that Mark should n't have shown visibly that he wondered what the deuce I knew about it But he did n't; he simply exclaimed, with a tenderness that touched me,
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