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I cannot do it not even for your sake, Agatha." "I do not see the matter as you do." "You cannot, dear! I know that. But in this one thing when, on various accounts, I can judge better than she can will not my wife trust me?" And Anne Valery's glance seemed to echo, "Trust him."
Agatha thought she had never seen Miss Valery's face so near looking beautiful as now; it was the faint reflex of girlhood's brightness, like the zodiacal light which the sun casts on the sky long after he has gone down. After tea, at which meal Mr.
We will be very happy, next year." She repeated the words strongly, resolutely, dinning them into Miss Valery's ear, but she only won for answer that silent smile which went to her heart like an arrow. She rushed for safety to the commonplaces of life, to the quick, hasty speeches which relieved her. She began to be very cross about some delay in breakfast.
This vessel left Marseilles five days before the announcement of the quarantine, while the 'Prince Napoleon' of Valery's Company, passenger and merchandise steamer, which left Marseilles only one day before its announcement, was admitted this morning to free pratique. Few travellers will come here by sea now. MARSEILLES, July 24.
It was a sort of tacit acknowledgment of her wifely rights to his trust. "I think, suppose you look them over" "I cannot," said he, wearily. "Will you?" And he gave her a handful in her lap. Agatha felt pleased; she thanked him, and turned them over one by one. "Here is a hand which looks like Miss Valery's." "It is hers. Set them by."
How could I live in England without a profession? even supposing Uncle Brian did consent to return and settle at home. Sometimes, but very rarely, he has hinted at such a possibility. He has indeed, Anne," continued the young man, noticing how keenly Miss Valery's eyes were fixed on him. "I am glad to hear it."
There was a pathos a kind of tender retrospection in Anne Valery's manner as she touched the brown curls and smoothed the neat dress, which riding hat and skirt having been laid aside or tucked up made a pretty mountain-maiden out of Nathanael's wife. Agatha never could understand the peculiar fondness with which Miss Valery sometimes regarded her to-day especially.
Agatha bowed her head, and her heart with it, almost to the dust. She remembered Anne Valery's saying how much those who loved have need to trust in God. Poor Anne! Never until this minute had any one thought of Anne at home at Thornhurst. Shocked at the selfishness that often comes with great misery, Agatha cried eagerly: "Did you hear anything about Uncle Brian?" "No nothing."
"To do a little sooner what must necessarily have been done soon to take one another's hands thus." Agatha felt strong, wild fingers grasping her own; a dizziness came over her she shrank back, crying, "No, no!" and hid her face on Miss Valery's shoulder. Nathanael rose up and walked away. When he returned, it was with his "good" aspect, tender and calm.
"Why did you climb so high?" said Agatha, as, earnestly regarding her friend, she perceived more than ever before the difference in their years, and felt strongly tempted to wrap her strong young arms round Miss Valery's waist, and support her with even a daughter's care. "I shall be well presently," Anne repeated, with cheerfulness. "I have not climbed up to this spot for many years.
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