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Her own marriage had begun to seem to her a mere sinful connection. Poor soul poor Augustina! Her brother must have divined something of what was passing in her mind, for he looked down upon her with a peculiar gentleness. "People are perhaps more ready to talk of that responsibility than to take it," he said kindly. "But, Augustina, " his voice changed, "how pretty she is!
Augustina chattered incessantly, except when her weakness threw her into long dozes, mingled often, Laura thought, with slight wandering. Her wish evidently was to be always talking of her brother; but in this she checked herself whenever she could, as though controlled by some resolution of her own, or some advice from another. Yet in the end she said a great deal about him.
He hesitated, looked at Laura, and at last said, in a lower voice than he had been using, "I believe your father, Miss Fountain, was a great lover of Wordsworth. Augustina has told me so. You and he were accustomed, were you not, to read much together? Your loss must be very great. You will not wonder, perhaps, that for me there are painful thoughts connected with your father.
As she opened the door in the old wall she saw the Sister on the steps, talking with Mrs. Denton. At sight of her they parted. The nun drew her long black cloak about her, ran down the steps, and hurried away. And indoors, Laura could not imagine what had happened to her stepmother. Augustina was clearly excited, yet she would say nothing.
Augustina was standing on the steps, watching the departing fly. At the sight of her brother she turned back to him, her poor little face aglow. "She did look so nice, Alan! I wish she had gone to a proper dance, and not to these odd farmers and people. Why, they'll all go in their high dresses, and think her stuck-up."
"I'm glad! We ought all to be glad. I don't I don't believe he ever has a happy moment!" She began to weep piteously. Laura tried to console her, putting her cheek to hers, with inarticulate soothing words. But Augustina turned away from her almost in irritation. The girl's heart was wrung at every turn. She lingered, however, till the last minute almost till the April dark had fallen.
Helbeck detected the glance, and saw too that Mrs. Denton's pink face was flushed, and her manner discomposed. "The coffee's noa good," she said abruptly, as she put it down; "I couldn't keep to 't." "No, I'm afraid we disturbed Mrs. Denton dreadfully," said Miss Fountain, shrugging her shoulders. "We got her to bring up all sorts of things for Augustina.
"Goodness! don't ask me." Miss Fountain shrugged her small shoulders. "I don't keep a family ghost." When at last Augustina had been settled in bed, and persuaded to take some of her sleeping medicine, Laura was bidding her good-night, when Mrs. Fountain said, "Oh! I forgot, Laura there was a letter brought in for you from the post-office, by Wilson this afternoon he gave it to Mrs.
A tall figure enters from the chapel passage. Augustina makes room on the settle the Squire leans back and listens.
But there were moments when she watched her stepdaughter, and once when the Sister had left them she laid her hand on Laura's arm and whispered: "Oh! Laura he has grown so much greyer since since October." The girl said nothing. Augustina closed her eyes, and said with much twitching and agitation, "When when I am gone, he will go to the Jesuits I know he will.
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