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She smiled scornfully at Barron's questions. "A lodger? Well, I daresay I am. I'm John's mother." "His mother?" said Barron, astonished. "I didn't know he had a mother alive." But as he spoke some vague recollection of Theresa's talk in the morning came back upon him. The strange person in the doorway looked at him oddly. "Well, I daresay you didn't. There's a many as would say the same.
He had not sought it, but the thing was there, and Nature had sent it to him. To shun it and fly from it meant a lie to his art; to open his arms to it promised the destruction of a human unit. Barron was not the man to hesitate between two such courses.
All the new glory of life was suddenly tarnished through her own act, and she felt that things could never be the same again. She thought and thought. Then John Barron saw Joan's blue eyes begin to wink ominously, the corners of her bonny mouth drag down and something bright twinkle over her cheek.
"I have had no direct communication with him," he said, reluctantly; "no doubt because of our already strained relations." On Barron's lips there dawned something which could hardly be called a smile or triumphant; but the Bishop caught it. In another minute the door had closed upon his visitor. Barron walked away through the Close, his mind seething with anger and resentment.
Barron say, if you please, that I miss him more than I regret him that I acquiesce in his retirement from Norwich, because I could ill brook his observation of my increasing debility of mind. This chosen companion of William Taylor must himself have been no ordinary man; and he was the friend besides of Borrow, whom I find him helping in his Latin.
I've been away this eighteen year, come October." Barron, as she spoke, was struck with her accent, and recalled her mention of "the cars." "Why, you've been in the States," he said. "That's it eighteen year." Then suddenly, pressing her hand to her forehead, she said angrily: "I don't know what you mean. What do you come bothering me for?
The surprise of the suddenly-magnified spectacle, visible only as a shadow to the naked eye, brought laughter; and Barron, now that the girl's attention was occupied, had leisure to look at her. She was more than a pretty cottage maid, and possessed some distinction and charm.
Barron was for an instant inclined to refuse it, as he had refused the others. But Meynell insisted. "Believe me, you had better read it. It is a letter from Mr. Flaxman to myself, and it concerns a grave charge against your son. I bring you a chance of saving him from prosecution; but there is no time to be lost." Barron took the letter, carried it to the window, and stood reading it.
Decatur was taken captive to Bermuda, but was soon parolled, and, after commanding a squadron in the Mediterranean, built himself a house at Washington, expecting to spend the remainder of his days there in honorable retirement. But it was not to be. In 1816, Decatur, while a member of the board of navy commissioners, had occasion to censure Commodore James Barron.
The Oxford youths, Lord Wanless, the sons of two or three neighbouring squires, they were all presently gathered about her, as thick as bees on honeycomb, recognizing in her instantly one of those beings endowed from their cradle with a double portion of sex-magic, who leave such a wild track behind them in the world. By her chair stood poor Stephen Barron, absorbed in her every look and tone.
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