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There was the regular income from the outer world; as long as that was at Gaston's command he felt he could control Lauzoon, and who else mattered, except Filmer? Well, Filmer had sense to keep his opinions to himself although the look in his eyes when he disapproved of anything, was unpleasant and impertinent. A clam like Filmer had no right to personal opinions of other folks' conduct.
Suffering, hopelessness and fear fled as the calm gently settled from brow to chin; and all that was conscious of Joyce Lauzoon drifted into the oblivion that has never been fathomed. Behind the sealed doors the miracle was performed. The spirit freed from its suffering body but not claimed by Death was strengthened and purified. Where it fared who can tell?
No one else could have any power over her." "Gaston, I have not seen, nor have I had any communication with Joyce Lauzoon, since you left this last time. While you were away before, she came to me, and I talked with her as I felt should, under the circumstances."
Leon Tate acts the father-part to any one in a fix it helps his trade keeps folks in his debt, you know, but he ain't going to hamper hisself past a certain point, and if this here Jude Lauzoon should get a beckon from old man Birkdale he'd skip as quick as thunder that's what is troubling Tate, and, by gosh! it's troubling me, but for another reason what needn't enter into this here conversation.
"That's how I got the deal so prompt, I told him I'd undertake the job without any settlement till he got here to boss the doings." "But where did you get the money, Jude?" "It's partnership, Joyce," Gaston broke in. He set down his own emptied mug, and drew a little farther from the fire's revealing light. "Lauzoon, Filmer and Gaston, Contractors and Builders. How does it sound?"
"That is impossible!" Gaston's eyes flashed. Recalling that last scene with Joyce, he could not doubt her simple faithfulness unless that faith of hers had been turned into a channel which she fondly believed was for his greater good. Nothing could change Joyce Lauzoon. Whatever had been the cause, Gaston knew, she had forgotten herself in her decision. "I am sure I am right, Gaston."
He knew something more was expected of him than he could give; but he must give as he could. "Ruth," he began, and, because his inclination was to move away, he purposely drew nearer; "I am sure you meant nothing but kindness in coming to Joyce Lauzoon; I can see that you mean only great good to me but you cannot understand. You haven't even touched upon the truth.
Like the rest of us, until she finds out, she's going to expect her dream to come true. In heaven's name, Lauzoon, help her to make it true." The import of all this touched Jude not at all, but the meddling of this outsider did mightily stir him to depths he had never fathomed before. Suddenly a kind of courage came to him, partly worthy, but wholly unreasonable.
He rather liked Jude the better for his uprising; but he had no intention of showing a flag of truce now. "Why?" asked Lauzoon; the laugh irritated him. "Oh, it's plain common sense to be with her, instead of against her, when she gets fully awake. Her kind goes well enough in harness if the other one pulls a fair share if he doesn't why, the chances are she'd break the traces and clip it alone."
When I got to a place, cleansed by suffering, where I could forgive myself everything else was easy." "Oh! John, why could you not have trusted me with your your brave secret?" Why, indeed? John Dale could not have told; he only knew he had never paused to consider when it came to telling Joyce Lauzoon. The thought gripped him hard. "It had to be, Ruth, I imagine.
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