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He and his uncle shook hands manfully, at the full outstretch of their arms, in a way so like them, to Rosamund's thinking that is, in a way so unlike any other possible couple of men so situated that the humour of the sight eclipsed all the pleasantries of Captain Baskelett.
Now, Rosamund's interest in this expedition was on no account to examine the "Leaves," as naughty Irene called the rector's daughters; but she wanted to watch Miss Carter, and if possible to get a word with her, and to induce her to tell her something more with regard to the wild and mischievous girl whom, nevertheless, she could not get for a moment out of her head.
He was a very humane man, and as soon as he had mastered the feeling of cold horror which had for a moment held him rigid, he hastened on to the door of Little Cloisters and pulled the bell. After a pause which seemed to him long the door was opened by Annie, Rosamund's parlor-maid. She presented to Mr. Darlington's peering gaze a face full of ignorance and fear.
Then he was dreaming; he was now in fiery earnest, for that reason accessible to facts presented to him; and Rosamund's reluctantly spoken words brought his stubborn uncle before his eyes, inflicting a sense of helplessness of the bitterest kind. They were all silent. Beauchamp stared at the lines of the deck-planks.
He says: 'In the first Court of it be a 4 Toures, of the which one is Caullid Rosamunde's Toure. Also of the inner court he writes of '4 Toures, wherof the Kepe is one. This keep and Rosamund's Tower, as well as the ruins of some of the others, are still to be seen on the outer walls, so that from some points of view the ruins are dignified and picturesque.
"Oh, these sunsets!" were Rosamund's first words, when they had moved a few steps together. "They used to be my delight when I lived there," Will replied, pointing eastward. "Show me just where it was, will you?" They turned, and went as far as Chelsea Bridge, where Warburton pointed out the windows of his old flat. "You were very happy there?" said Rosamund. "Happy ? Not unhappy, at all events.
He must possess his soul in what patience he could. If Asad persisted in his refusal undeterred by any fear of mutiny, then Sakr-el-Bahr knew not what course remained him to accomplish Rosamund's deliverance. Proceed to stir up mutiny he dared not. It was too desperate a throw.
Masouda leaned over, and with her forefinger wrote a single Arabic letter in the dust upon the table, then passed her hand across it. Rosamund's breast heaved twice or thrice and was still. Then she asked: "Why did not you who are free go with him?" "Because he prayed me to bide here and watch over the lady whom he loved. So to the death I watch."
Appearances, however, could be deceptive: never pretend to know a girl by her face, was one of Rosamund's maxims. She was next informed of Dr. Shrapnel's partiality for music toward the hour of sunset. Miss Denham mentioned it, and the doctor, presently sauntering up, invited Rosamund to a seat on a bench near the open window of the drawing-room. He nodded to his ward to go in.
In the night he had thought things over, and then he had come to the beginning of the path. A really great love, if it is to be worthy to carry the torch, must tread in the way of unselfishness. He would conform to the needs, doubtless imperious, of Rosamund's nature, even when they conflicted with his. So now he sat outside under the pine tree, and she was within alone.
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