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"I should like to know," she went on, "whether my aunt has been influenced in any way by a dream that she had about you." Amelius started. "Has she told you of her dream?" he asked, with some appearance of alarm. Regina blushed and hesitated, "My room is next to my aunt's," she explained. "We keep the door between us open. I am often in and out when she is disturbed in her sleep.
"Much may be done in ten minutes," Brother Bawkwell answered, in a Scotch accent which had survived the test of half a lifetime in America. "I would have you know I am in England on a mission from the Community, with a list of twenty-seven persons in all, whom I am appointed to confer with on matters of varying importance. Yours, friend Amelius, is a matter of minor importance.
The bright contentment which had given a new charm to her eyes since she had been at the cottage, died out of them as Amelius looked at her. What had become of her childish manner and her artless smile? He drew his chair nearer to her. "What young lady do you mean?" he asked. Sally shook her head, and traced lines with her pen on the blotting paper. "Oh, you can't have forgotten her!
Farnaby's room, Amelius could not doubt that the motive of pacifying his wife was the motive which had first led Farnaby to receive Regina into his house. Was it unreasonable or unjust to infer, that the orphan child must have been mainly indebted to Mrs. Farnaby's sense of duty to the memory of her sister for the parental protection afforded to her, from that time forth?
"The Lord, in his mercy, preserve Amelius from marrying You," he thought, as he rose from his chair, and advanced with a certain simple dignity to take leave of her. "It did not occur to me, miss, to pay my respects to you, till Amelius and I had parted company," he said. "Please to excuse me. If I have made a mistake " He stopped. Regina had suddenly changed colour.
I mean what I say; and I'll go back with you across the pond." Referring in this disrespectful manner to the Atlantic Ocean, Rufus offered his hand in token of unalterable devotion and goodwill. Who could resist such a man as this? Amelius, always in extremes, wrung his hand, with an impetuous sense of shame. "I've been sulky," he said, "I've been rude, I ought to be ashamed of myself and I am.
The sight of the room, the reference to a secret, the prospect of another private conference, forced back the mind of Amelius, in one breathless instant, to his first memorable interview with Mrs. Farnaby. The mother's piteously hopeful words, in speaking of her lost daughter, rang in his ears again as if they had just fallen from her lips.
So he escaped. As he opened the door, he looked back, and kissed his hand. Regina raised her head for a moment, and smiled charmingly. She was hard at work again over her embroidery. The door of Mrs. Farnaby's ground-floor room, at the back of the house, was partially open. She was on the watch for Amelius. "Come in!" she cried, the moment he appeared in the hall.
Above the lathe were hung in a row four prints, in dingy old frames of black wood, which especially attracted the attention of Amelius. Mostly foreign prints, they were all discoloured by time, and they all strangely represented different aspects of the same subject infants parted from their parents by desertion or robbery. The young Moses was there, in his ark of bulrushes, on the river bank.
When the servant entered the room again, bringing with her the prescription made up, the clock downstairs struck eleven. Toff returned to the cottage, with the slippers and the stockings. "What a time you have been gone!" said Amelius. "It is not my fault, sir," Toff explained. "The stockings I obtained without difficulty.
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