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To Bressant it brought only the knowledge that he was seven miles ahead of his time; and this served in some measure to counteract the depression caused by his hunger. But on on! There were still fifty miles to go! The village vanished, like the old year, behind him. He was now crossing a lofty plateau, over which swept the wind, strong and chilly.
"I owe you an apology, certainly, Mr. Bressant," exclaimed Cornelia, interrupting what more he might have been going to say. She was tingling to her fingertips with the intolerable anger of a woman who finds herself rejected and befooled. "Really, I am surprised at myself for persecuting you so relentlessly.
Oh, what punishment was terrible enough for him? Surely surely God would not allow him to escape! What was he? These thoughts must have written themselves in the woman's eyes, which were now awful to behold eager, questioning, and malevolent. Bressant forced a harsh laugh, as men will when they find themselves opposed by impotent rage.
She lifted her face, pale, and smitten with suffering, from her hands, and, folding them in her lap, looked at Bressant calmly, because she understood herself at last, and felt that the time for hiding her head in shame had gone by. "You have not been nothing to me," said she, "though I didn't know it before, or, rather, I would not.
Nothing more was heard, after that, but the hasty ticking of the little ormolu clock, as its hands traveled steadily around the circle. Bressant jumped on to the platform of the newly-arrived train.
Bressant, in the mid-whirl and heat of his emotion, fell back upon the pillow, whence he had partly raised himself, trembling from head to foot. "Is it love?" he said, in a smothered tone that was scarcely more than a whisper. He was beaten down and overawed by the might and grandeur of the passion which, growing in his own breast, had become a giant that swayed and swept all things before it.
The school-master will be there, and the minister that is now, and Professor Valeyon." "Professor Valeyon?" repeated Bressant, leaning forward, with his hand to his ear, and the vivid, questioning expression on his face, which was peculiar to himself. The movement appeared to produce a disproportionate effect upon Abbie.
"Can't understand it," said the old gentleman to himself; "the fellow acts like a wild-beast as regards his appreciation of human sympathy, in spite of his refined intellect and cultivation. A wounded animal has the same instinct to crawl away, and suffer in private." When brought into the house, Bressant had been laid in the spare room adjoining the professor's study.
No harm can reach us when we're together. You need me, and I you." "I promise," replied Bressant. In the short silence that followed, Sophie heard, though Bressant could not, a quick, excited, warbling voice calling her again and again by name. She released herself from her lover's hold, and sprang up with a cry of delight.
He took his hand from his eyes, and passed it down his face to his beard, which he twisted and turned unmercifully. "It's lucky it isn't any more," remarked he, philosophically. In the course of half an hour or so, the straight-mouthed gentleman, having finished the last column of his paper, folded it up into the smallest possible compass, and handed it politely to Bressant.
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