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She did not believe in Bessy's powers of moral recuperation her body seemed less near death than her spirit. Life had been poured out to her in generous measure, and she had spilled the precious draught the few drops remaining in the cup could no longer renew her strength. Pity, not condemnation profound illimitable pity flowed from this conclusion of Justine's.
He had never been a skilful lover, for no woman had as yet stirred in him those feelings which call the finer perceptions into play; and there was no instinct to tell him that Bessy's sudden conformity to his wishes was as unreasoning as her surrender to his first kiss.
"I am sorry I'm a bad hand at writing," he rejoined; and his evil genius prompted him to add: "I hope my coming is not inconvenient?" The colour rose to Bessy's face. "Of course not. But it must seem rather odd to our visitors that I should know so little of your plans." At this he humbled himself still farther. "I know I don't think enough about appearances I'll try to do better the next time."
There was no mistake this time as to what "no" meant; his admiration turned to a hatred almost as intense, and he went faster "to the bad" than ever. It was Bessy's little brother who sat by him on the stile; "Beauty Bill," as he was called, from the large share he possessed of the family good looks. The lad was one of those people who seem born to be favorites.
Cruel in individual instances necessary for the general welfare. Of course your training has taught you all this; but I can understand that at such a time...." "Yes," she said, rising wearily as Wyant came in. Her worst misery, now, was to have to discuss Bessy's condition with Wyant. To the young physician Bessy was no longer a suffering, agonizing creature: she was a case a beautiful case.
She took out her purse; she had not much in it of what she could call her own, but what she had she put into Bessy's hand without speaking. 'Thank yo'. There's many on 'em gets no more, and is not so bad off, leastways does not show it as he does. But father won't let 'em want, now he knows.
Some such chance the life at Lynbrook seemed likely enough to offer one is not, at Justine's age and with her penetration, any more blind to the poise of one's head than to the turn of one's ideas; but here the subtler obstacles of taste and pride intervened. Not even Bessy's transparent manœuvrings, her tender solicitude for her friend's happiness, could for a moment weaken Justine's resistance.
I was just leaving when I heard he was coming back, and I couldn't throw her over at the last moment." Justine tried to catch the glance that fluttered evasively under Bessy's lashes. "You knew he was coming and you chose that time to go to Mrs. Carbury's?" "I didn't choose, my dear it just happened! And it really happened for the best.
"That's only half of the story; now give us the other," said Bramble, smiling. "What do you mean?" inquired Bessy, turning to him. "Why, how do you love Tom?" "Not half so much as I love her," said I. "Well, if that's the case," replied Bramble, "we may as well publish the banns; for Bessy's in love right over the ankles."
It was not Bessy's habit to anticipate the clock; but her distaste for her surroundings, and the impatience to have done with the tedious duties awaiting her, had sent her downstairs before the rest of the party.
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