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"It is the tide making on the Golden Ball," said Mr. Wyeth. "The reef stretches seawards from St. Helen's island and half way across the Sound. You may see it at low tide, a ledge level as a paved causeway, and God help the ship that strikes on it!" Even while he spoke, from these undertones of sound there swelled suddenly a great booming like a battery of cannon.
"I hae made up my mind, Tallisker," said fretfully, "the warld thinks more o' the who mak money than o' those who gie it awa." Certainly this change was not a sudden one; for two years after Helen's death it was coming slowly forward, yet there were often times when Tallisker hoped that it was but a temptation, and would be finally conquered.
"And I'll sleep here with him if you'll put a couple of cots in the place." "But suppose Mr. Speed won't do it?" questioned Miss Blake. "You ask him, and he won't refuse," said Jean. "We don't want to see him defeated," urged Helen's other suitor; at which the girl rose, saying doubtfully: "Of course I'll do my best, if you think it's really important."
Insensibly emotion crept into their intercourse, sunning itself openly and pleasantly at last when Helen's modernity was not too near. Insensibly their interest drifted from the wonderful associations about them to their more intimate and personal feelings.
In the glow of his love-born resolution he began to search among his papers for an unfinished scenario called Enid's Choice. When he had found it he set to work upon it with a concentration that seemed uncanny in the light of his day's distraction and dismay. Lillian's Duty and the evening's bitter failure had already grown dim in his mind. Helen's understanding of him was precise.
Everyone laughed, much to Dora's surprise, and somewhat to Helen's, and Elizabeth was forced to explain, for Dora's edification, that what she intended by the speech in question, was only that it was unsuitable to a clergyman to leave no record behind him, but what had been intended to gratify his own love of luxury.
Upon the table, near a neat work-basket, which he knew to be Helen's, lay an open book; it was Gaudentio di Lucca. Mr. Mountague recollected the bud he had given to Lady Augusta, and he began to whistle, but not for want of thought.
As the truth slowly won over him, he straightened himself, one hand still clasping Helen's cold one. "It's sudden; sudden," he said. "Doctor, w'at ailed my little Nelly?" Still numbly inquisitive, I waited. The old man couldn't see the truth, the horrible truth. What would the doctor say? It was Cadge's voice that broke the silence; gentle, assured, yet with a note almost of defiance.
Then Rei rose, and looking up saw the light of the Helen's eyes shining on him through her veil. But there was no anger in them, they shone mildly as stars in an evening sky, and his heart was comforted. "I know not where the Wanderer is, O thou Immortal," he said. "This I know only, that he bade me meet him here at one hour before midnight, and so I came."
For a moment she stood trembling with emotion, while her tearless eyes were fixed upon Helen's face with a look of such gratitude that the young woman was forced to turn away lest her own feeling escape her control. Then, snatching the money from the boy's hands, she said, "I had better go myself, ma'am Bobby can come along to help carry things.
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