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"Your pardon," she said; and I heard her crying softly to herself in the dark. "My child," I said, and held out my hand to her, "you know that I am no man to have pardons worth a woman's accepting, but I can assure you of Aurelia's pity and pardon for what you have said against her. Draw near and you shall have it from my hands." The straw rustled as she crept on hands and knees towards me.
Sir Launcelot declared that he was much more afraid of combating Aurelia's inclination, than of opposing the knight of the Griffin in arms; and that if he had the least reason to think Mr. Sycamore, or any other person, was distinguished by her preference, he would instantly give up his suit as desperate.
A whole mass of refusals and declarations of perfect confidence were on Aurelia's tongue, but Harriet cut them all short by saying, "Remember, you are bound for your own honour and ours, to clear up this mystery!" Then they rode off their several ways, Madame Belamour towards Bowstead, Mr. and Mrs. Arden on their sturdy roadster towards Lea Farm.
The lack of occupation in the small space was wearisome, and Aurelia's heart often echoed the old strains of Tate and Brady, I sigh whene'er my musing thoughts Those happy days present, When I with troops of pious friends Thy temple did frequent.
She would not take them home, being, of course, afraid of their tongues, and in her perplexity had been reduced to letting them share Aurelia's captivity at least for the night. What joy it was!
She darted out, down the steps, along the path like a wild bird from a cage. Widowed wife and wedded maid, Betrothed, betrayer, and betrayed. Aurelia's first halt was in a moss-grown summer-house at the end of the garden, where she ventured to sit down to put on her stout leather shoes. The children's toys, a ball and a set of ninepins lay on the floor!
And Loveday held out a perfumed letter. Aurelia's eyes flashed, and she drew herself up: "You forget, Loveday, I promised to receive no letters!" "Bless me, ma'am, they, that are treated as my lady treats you, are not bound to be so particular as that." "O fie, Loveday," said Aurelia earnestly, "you have been so kind, that I thought you would be faithful.
"The Grand Duke is rotting on his bed, and these are the vermin about him. Before long he will be dust, and then it will be the turn of Don Gastone, and frati will give place to cicisbei. Maybe that you won't find them any more to your liking." "I shall leave Florence," I told her, "so soon as I am assured of Aurelia's escape from it." I heard her sniff of scorn, but did not care to reprove her.
The august Aurelia, yielding to natural laws, would be drawn suddenly backward a very undignified movement and the dress would be dilapidated. There would be apologies, and smiles, and forgiveness, and pinning up the pieces, nor would there be the faintest feeling of awkwardness or vexation in Aurelia's mind.
She had felt guilty and miserable at the accusation of pride, and she could not imagine how Mrs. Aylward could have let her go without a warning; the truth being that Mrs. Aylward despised her taste, but thought she knew what a harvest supper was like. All this was passed over in silence by Aurelia's pride and delicacy.
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