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'You are coming home, dear Ave, said Mary; and she made no resistance or objection, only saying, 'Yes. It has been so nice here! 'You must come now, though, said the Doctor. 'Your brother is very much grieved at your leaving him. 'I did not mean to be unkind to him, said Averil, in a low subdued voice; 'he was very good to me last night.
I think I could understand. I want to understand." Carlyon leant his elbow on the mantelpiece and looked very gravely into the girl's troubled eyes. "You are very generous, Averil," he said. "Generous," she echoed, with a touch of impatience. "No; I only want to be just for my own sake. I hate to take a narrow, cramped view of things. I hate that Dick should.
Had things gone well, he would not have been the forerunner; and Averil, meaning perhaps to speak, gave a hoarse hysterical shriek, so frightful as to drive away other anxieties, and summon Henry in from his watch outside.
Minna turned suddenly in her sister's arms, with more strength than Averil had thought was left in her, and eagerly stretched out her arms, while the words so long trembling on her lips found utterance. 'Turn you to the stronghold, ye prisoners of hope! O, Leonard dear! it does not hurt! But that last word was almost lost in the gasp the last gasp. What 'did not hurt' was death without his sting.
It came in one burst upon the May household that Averil and her sisters were coming to spend a last evening before their absolute packing to go on the Saturday to London, where they would provide their outfit, and start in a month for America. The tidings were brought by Mary, who had, as usual, been spending part of the morning with Averil.
'All I ask is, to tend and watch over you while I may, to bring you home to Leonard, and to be Ella's brother. His voice was still and low, and he laid his hand on her folded ones with reverent solemnity; but though it did not tremble, its touch was cold as marble, and conveyed to Averil an instant sense of the force of his repressed emotion.
'Dear Tom, when you are living here, and working with him 'Ah h! he said almost with disgust, 'don't talk of slavery to me before my time. How I hate it, and everything else! Good night! 'Poor Tom! thought Ethel. 'I wish papa knew him better and would not goad him. Will Averil ever wake to see what she has done, and feel for him?
These small tyrannies and frets made Averil the more devoted to the music, which was her rest, her delight, and not only exalted her above cares, but sanctioned her oblivion of them.
The Doctor had other questions on his lips that he again restrained, and only asked whether the Sundays were comfortable days. 'Oh, yes, said Leonard, eagerly; but then he too recollected the official, and merely said something commonplace about excellent sermons, adding, 'And the singing is admirable. Poor Averil would envy such a choir as we have! We sing so many of the old Bankside hymns.
Oh, do tell us! cried Ella Warden as she now was called capering round her elder sister, who stood beneath a gas-burner, in a well-furnished bed-room, reading a letter, its enclosure clasped within a very trembling hand. 'Mary May, dear Mary, answered Averil, still half absently. 'And who? 'Mr.
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