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Daunt's attitude showed no relaxation. Indeed, quick recollections assailed him of certain reports in the local papers, now some ten days old. Miss Blanchflower indeed! She was a brazen one after all done and said. "Pleased to see you, Miss, if you'll kindly get an order from Sir Wilfrid.
Half way through, she came on two persons whom she at once recognised as the science-mistress, Miss Jackson, and Miss Toogood. They were waiting slowly, and, as it seemed to Delia, sadly; the little dressmaker limping painfully, with her head thrown back and a face of fixed and tragic distress. When they saw Delia, they stopped in agitation. "Oh, Miss Blanchflower!
"I never can understand, Miss Blanchflower, why you ladies want the vote! Why, you can twist us round your little fingers!" Delia turned upon him. "But I don't want to twist you round my little finger!" she said, with energy. "It wouldn't give me the smallest pleasure." "I thought you wanted to manage us," said the Captain, unable to take his eyes from her. "But you do manage us already!"
He was conscious of a strong male instinct which disavowed Miss Blanchflower and all her kind; but at the same time he was exceedingly susceptible to female beauty, and it troubled his reasoning processes that anybody so wrong-headed should be so good-looking. His heart was soft, and his brain all that was wanted for his own purposes.
There was no one on the road, above which some frosty stars had begun to come out. Marion Andrews moved on slowly. "I don't know what you mean, Miss Blanchflower." "Don't, please, try to deceive me!" cried Delia, with low-voiced urgency. "You have been seen at night following Daunt about, examining the doors and windows. The person who suspects won't betray us. I've seen to that.
"DEAR MISS BLANCHFLOWER, Pray let me send you my most sincere condolence. Your poor father and I were once great friends, and I am most truly sorry to hear of his death. "Thank you for your interesting letter. But I find it impossible to refuse your father's dying request to me, nor can I believe that I cannot be of some assistance to his daughter. Let me try.
"What an ass! What a damned ass!" groaned Andrews indignantly. "Look here Winnington, you take care of Miss Blanchflower I'll answer for the other!" And amid a general shouting and scuffling, through which some stones were beginning to fly, Winnington found himself leaping on the waggon, followed by Andrews and a couple of police. Delia confronted him undaunted, though breathless.
Now I'm never downhearted, or if I am, I say to myself 'It's all right somewhere! somewhere that you can't see. And I think of a poem my father was fond of 'If hopes are dupes, fears may be liars And somewhere in yon smoke concealed Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers And but for you possess the field! That's by a man called Arthur Clough Miss Blanchflower and it's a grand poem!"
He sat pondering, his mind running through a number of associated thoughts, of recollections old and new; those Indian scenes of fifteen years ago; the story told him by the Swedish lady; recent incidents and happenings in English politics; and finally the tone in which Euphrosyne's father had described the snatching of his own innocent from the clutches of Miss Blanchflower.
Her daughter Marion had abominably deserted all her family duties, without any notice to her family, and was now according to a note left behind brazenly living in town with some one or other of the "criminals" to whom Miss Blanchflower of course, had introduced her. But as she had given no address she was safe from pursuit. Mrs. Andrews' life had never been so uncomfortable.
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