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'You here? she exclaimed, with a dubious shake of the head. 'Why so soon? 'So soon! The time has gone more quickly with you than with me, Mrs. Baxendale. Clearly he had not spent the last three months in ease of mind. His appearance was too like that with which he had come from Oxford on the occasion of his break-down. 'I could bear it no longer, he continued.
'It must be very gratifying to you, Mrs. Baxendale had said, as she came to a chair by her niece and began to talk of Wilfrid's success. 'Yes, I am glad of it, was the quiet reply. 'Will he be here this afternoon? 'I'm not sure; I think so. Ah, there he is! For at that moment had come the announcement of the name they had on their lips.
'She has been telling me an extraordinary story. Do you know what it was? 'She has told you the truth, Wilfrid replied, simply. 'And you were married this morning? Wilfrid bent his head in assent. Mrs. Baxendale seated herself. 'My dear Wilfrid, were her next words, 'you have been guilty of what is commonly called a dishonourable action. 'I fear I have.
Or was there any previous distress? 'Has anything led you to think there was? she asked, urgently. 'Mrs. Baxendale tells me you Emily, why have I to pain you in this way? 'But tell me tell me What did she say? 'That on coming to yourself you did not know of your father's death. 'It is true; I did not. My illness began before. Wilfrid stood with his eyes on the ground.
Baxendale wonder at his unexpected feebleness. To him it seemed something to stand his ground even for a few minutes. He could have eased himself with angry speech. Remember that he had not slept, and that his mind was sore with the adversary's blows. 'I understand your reluctance, Mrs. Baxendale pursued. 'It's like a surrendering of hope.
Hood, and even doubted whether Emily ought to be left in her hands during convalescence; there was clearly no want of devotion on the mother's part, but it appeared to Mrs. Baxendale that the poor woman had been overtaxed, and was herself on the point of illness, perhaps of mental failure. From going well things had suddenly taken an anxious turn.
Emily again closed her eyes, and, as she so lay, felt warm lips touch her forehead. Mrs. Baxendale believed for a moment that the sufferer had lost consciousness, but the utterance of her name caused Emily to raise her lids. 'Why did he do this? she asked, regarding her friend fixedly. 'No one can say, dear. Emily drew a deep sigh; a gleam passed over her face.
Birks, with resignation, as soon as the door was closed behind the visitor. 'I have come to talk it over with you. Mr. Athel was standing with his hands clasped behind him; he was rather redder in the face than usual, and had clearly been delivering himself of ample periods. 'Really, Mrs. Baxendale, he began, 'I have a difficulty in expressing myself on the subject.
'Beatrice is far from being so complaisant, said Mrs. Baxendale. 'She detests our advanced views. 'Rather, I know nothing of them, the girl replied. The quiet air with which she expressed her indifference evinced a measure of spiritual pride rather in excess of that she was wont to show. Indeed, her manner throughout the conversation was a little distant to both her companions.
Baxendale and Wilfrid. 'Mr. Athel came from Switzerland as soon as he heard of your illness. 'How did he hear? Emily inquired, gravely. 'My niece, Miss Redwing, whom you knew, happened to be visiting me. She wrote to Mrs. Rossall. Emily was silent. The lines of her mouth showed a slight tremor, but no colour sought her cheeks.
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