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And this first lonely moment, which he had so many times in fancy spent locked in her arms, passed without even a kiss; for quickly one by one the others came. But of Sylvia only news through Mrs. Doone that she had a headache, and was staying in bed. Her present was on the sideboard, a book called 'Sartor Resartus. "Mark from Sylvia, August 1st, 1880," together with Gordy's cheque, Mrs.
Several times during dinner he caught Gordy's eyes fixed on him, from under those puffy half-closed lids, with asphyxiated speculation. But he simply COULD not talk everything that came into his mind to say seemed false.
Again it was puzzling that she should be laughing so serenely at Gordy's stories. Did the whispering in the porch, then, mean nothing? And Sylvia would not look at him; he felt sure that she turned her eyes away simply because she knew he was going to look in her direction.
There, if anywhere, this curious restlessness would leave him. They had not been down to the old place for many years; indeed, since Gordy's death it was generally let. They left London late in August. The day was closing in when they arrived.
His fame as a sculptor such as it was could have nothing to do with that, for she would certainly not know of it. Ah! but there was a lot in a name for children. In his childhood what fascination there had been in the words macaroon, and Spaniard, and Carinola, and Aldebaran, and Mr. McCrae. For quite a week the whole world had been Mr. McCrae a most ordinary friend of Gordy's.
'Bambury's, Oxford, Gordy's clubs dear old Gordy, gone now! things long passed by; they seemed all round him once again. And yet, always that vague sense, threading this resurrection, threading the smoke of their cigars, and Johnny Dromore's clipped talk of something that did not quite belong.
"Are you his cousin?" "No. Gordy is only Mark's uncle by marriage; my mother is Gordy's sister so I'm nothing." Nothing! "I see just what you English call 'a connection." They were silent, seeming to examine the night; then the girl said: "I wanted to see you awfully. You're not like what I thought." "Oh! And what DID you think?"
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