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And as he had absently drummed it then, so Knightley absently hummed it now. Surely, then, the tune had some part in the relations of the two men perhaps a part in this story. "A foolish song." The words flashed into Wyley's mind. "She was singing a foolish song." What if the tune was the tune of that song? But then Wyley's argument came to a sudden conclusion.
He had never read of the angels, and scarcely knew that there were such beings; but he felt as if this fair and sweet-looking lady, with her gentle voice, and the kindly eyes meeting his own, was altogether of a different order to themselves. 'I am Mr. Wyley's niece, she added, 'and I am come to live at Botfield for a while. Could you manage to come down to Mr.
Miss Anne came every day with dainties from the master's house, without meeting with any reproof or opposition, though the name of Stephen Fern never crossed Mr. Wyley's lips. Still he used to listen attentively whenever the doctor called upon Miss Anne, to give her his opinion how the poor boy was going on.
Wyley's house sometimes for a lesson? 'Please, ma'am, said Martha, who was not at all afraid of speaking to any lady, though she dare not face the master, 'he wants to turn us out of our house; and he hates Stephen, because he won't give it up: so he wouldn't let you teach him anything. 'Then you are Stephen Fern? said the lady; 'I heard my uncle talking about you.
I built in his arms his right arm first and mortised the stones, then his left arm in the same way. I was careful not to look in his face. No, no! I didn't look in his face." Knightley repeated the words with a horrible leer of cunning, and hugged himself with his arms. To Wyley's thinking he was strung almost to madness.
Wyley's harsh voice brought him back again, trembling more than ever. 'Have you thought any more of my offer, Fern? he asked. 'I shouldn't mind, as you are an orphan, and have two sisters depending upon you, if I made the ten pounds into fifteen; and you may leave the money at interest with me till you are older.
The town beneath them had gone to sleep; the streets were quiet; the white roofs of the houses in the star-shine descended to the water's edge like flights of marble steps; only here and there did a light burn. To one of the lights close by the city wall the Major directed Wyley's attention.
Knightley, Knightley, a good officer marked for promotion until that infernal night. Scrope, I could turn moralist and curse you!" Scrope dropped his head as though the words touched him. But it was not long before he raised it again. "You waste your pity, I think, Major," he said coldly. "I disagree with Mr. Wyley's conclusions. Knightley knows the truth of the matter very well.
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