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Updated: July 27, 2025
She was strolling along the path looking out for him, one delicate hand gathering up her long evening dress that very same black brocade she had worn in the old days at Burwood the other playing with their Dandie Dinmont puppy who was leaping beside her. As she caught sight of him, there was the flashing smile, the hurrying step. And he felt he could but just drag himself to meet her.
She does her best, I know, poor child, to conceal it and to feel as she ought about mamma, but I can see that the idea of an indefinite time at Burwood is intolerable to her. As to Berlin, I think she has enjoyed it, but she talks very scornfully of German Schwärmerei and German women, and she tells the oddest stories of her professors.
The following morning about noon, Rose, who had been coaxed and persuaded by Catherine, much against her will, into taking a singing class at the school, closed the school door behind her with a sigh of relief, and tripped up the road to Burwood. 'How abominably they sang this morning! she said to herself with curving lip. 'Talk of the natural north-country gift for music!
The gleam of sun had died away, the aërial valley in the clouds had vanished, and a fresh storm of rain brought back the color to Catherine's cheek. On their left hand was the roaring of the river, on their right they could already hear the wind moaning and tearing through the trees which sheltered Burwood.
Greybarns was a farmhouse just beyond Burwood, about half a mile away. Mrs. Thornburgh moved on, her matronly face aglow with interest. 'Mary Jenkinson taken ill! she said. 'Of course, that's Doctor Baker! Well, it's to be hoped it won't be twins this time. But, as I told her last Sunday, "It's constitutional, my dear." I knew a woman who had three pairs! Five o'clock now.
On the last morning of Mr. Flaxman's stay in the valley he entered the Burwood drive about eleven o'clock, and Rose came down the steps to meet him. For a moment he flattered himself that her disturbed looks were due to the nearness of their farewells. 'There is something wrong, he said, softly detaining her hand a moment so much, at least, was in his right. 'Robert is ill.
Rose suddenly lifted herself, and they fell into each other's arms. Rose, shaken and excited, thought, of course, of that night at Burwood, when she had won leave to go to Manchester. This scene was the sequel to that the next stage in one and the same process. Her feeling was much the same as that of the naturalist who comes close to any of the hidden operations of life.
She always knew she always said and she would go on saying that Catherine Leyburn would die an old maid. Meanwhile Robert had strolled across to Burwood with the lightest heart. By way of keeping all his anticipations within the bounds of strict reason, he told himself that it was impossible he should see 'her' in the morning. She was always busy in the morning.
And she knew that he stood again on the stairs at Murewell in that September night which gave them their first born, and that he thanked God because her pain was over. An instant's strained looking, and, sinking back into her arms, he gave two or three gasping breaths, and died. Five days later Flaxman and Rose brought Catherine home. It was supposed that she would return to her mother at Burwood.
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