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But Miss Gascoigne, if only from love of opposition, had made it pretty clear to him that he was welcome there, and that she liked him. He enjoyed being liked, and had the easy confidence of one who is well used to it. "Yes, I am ready to avouch, this is the prettiest little paradise within miles of Avonsbridge. "How you notice faces, Sir Edwin!" "Of course. I am a little bit of an artist."
One good thing cheered her. Sir Edwin Uniacke remained in Avonsbridge, and Miss Susan Bennett was still staying, and doing well in the house of the blind old woman forty miles away. Shortly her mind became full of far closer cares. The domestic atmosphere of the Lodge was growing daily more difficult to breathe in. What is it that constitutes an unhappy household?
In his study he was literally entombed in books volumes in all languages and Avonsbridge supposed him able to read them all. How far this was a popular superstition, and to what length his learning went, it is impossible to say. But nobody ever came quite to the end of it. He was a silent, modest man, who never spoke much of what he knew, or of himself in any wise.
I am ready to overlook everything, to try and conceal everything. Maria and I have been turning over in our minds all sorts of plans to get you away till this has blown over call it going to the seaside, to the country with Arthur any thing, in short, just that you may leave Avonsbridge." "I leave Avonsbridge? Why?" "Yon know why.
"The clear, sharp, stainless, glittering sword Of purity divine: I'll hew my way through a host of fiends, If that strong sword be mine." "I wish Mrs. Grey, you would learn to hold yourself a little more upright, and look a little more like the master's wife a lady in as good a position as any in Avonsbridge and a little less like a Resignation or a Patience on a monument."
Grey then felt certain, would never again dare to appear at Avonsbridge. But the opportunity never came. The "fatherly" feeling was swallowed up in another, which effectually sealed the good man's tongue. He determined to make her his wife, and then the letters, the whole story, in which he had read her heart as clear as a book, and was afraid of nothing, concerned himself alone.
Her artistic temperament rejoiced in the mere beauty of the scene before her a scene to be found nowhere out of Avonsbridge lofty, grand old rooms, resplendent with innumerable wax-lights; filled, but not too full, with an ever-moving, gorgeously-colored crowd.
Now, with an effort, she threw off all thoughts about herself; this business was far more important, and might involve most serious consequences to the young governess if obliged to be dismissed under circumstances which, unless Miss Gascoigne's tongue could be stopped, would soon be parroted about to every lady in Avonsbridge. "Poor girl!" thought Christian, "she may never get another situation.
Worthy James Ferguson took it as such; but he was a person of deeds, not words; and he never could quite overcome the awe with which, as an Avonsbridge person, he, the jeweler of High Street, regarded the master of St. Bede's. Meanwhile the snow, which had been falling all day, fell thicker and thicker, so that the hazy light of the drawing-room darkened into absolute gloom.
Grey had asked Christian if she wished them to leave, for they had a house of their own near Avonsbridge, and she had answered indifferently, "Oh no; let them do as they like." As she liked did not seem to enter into her thoughts. Alas! that sacred dual solitude, which most young wives naturally and rightfully desire, was no vital necessity to Christian Grey.
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