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Many a child's face is lovely to look upon for its innocent purity, but more commonly it is not like this; it is the purity of snow, unsullied, but not unsulliable; there is another kind more ethereal, like that of light, which you feel is from another sphere and will not know soil. But there were other signs in the face that would have nerved Mr. Carleton's resolution if he had needed it.
Carleton, "she lay as quiet as a mouse, without stirring; you were sleeping, weren't you, dear?" Fleda's lips hardly formed the word "no," and her features were quivering sadly. Mr. Carleton's were impenetrable. "Dear Fleda," said he, stooping down and speaking with equal gravity and kindliness of manner, "you were not able to go." Fleda's shake of the head gave a meek acquiescence.
There was a sunlight upon it, too, of happy confidence and affection. Mr. Carleton's mind experienced a sudden revulsion. Fleda might see the reflection of her own light in his face as he helped her up to a stand where she could be more on a level with him, putting his arm round her to guard against any sudden roll of the ship.
In Carleton's little garrison of regulars and militia, of bluejackets, marines, and merchant seamen, there were Frenchmen and French Canadians, there were Englishmen, Irishmen, Scotsmen, Welshmen, Orcadians, and Channel Islanders, there were a few Newfoundlanders, and there mere a good many of those steadfast Royal Emigrants who may be fitly called the forerunners of the United Empire Loyalists.
"O, certainly," and she reached out her arms for the baby, and removed it so gently from its mother's lap that its soft slumber was not broken. When the doctor returned he noticed that there had been tears in Mrs. Carleton's eyes. She was still holding the baby, but now resigned the quiet sleeper to its mother, kissing it as she did so.
"What, in your opinion, is the best preparation for wearing prosperity well?" A glance at Mrs. Evelyn's face, which was opposite her, and at one or two others, which had, undeniably, the air of being arrested, was enough for Fleda's quick apprehension. She knew they had been talking of her. Her eye stopped short of Mr. Carleton's, and she coloured, and hesitated. No one spoke.
Carleton's part was rather reserved and grave, according to his manner in ordinary society. "What do you keep bothering yourself with that for?" said Edith, coming to Fleda's side. "One must be doing something, you know," said Fleda, lightly. "No, you mustn't not when you're tired and I know you are. I'd let Constance pick out her own work." "I promised her I would do it," said Fleda.
"And they did put up their lorgnettes and say, 'Is that the one?" she declared; "and I know some of them finished with 'Did you ever? too," she sighed. But Billy did not stay long in Mrs. Carleton's softly-lighted, flower-perfumed rooms. At ten minutes past four she was saying good-by to a group of friends who were vainly urging her to remain longer. "I can't I really can't," she declared.
On the Sunday following Sir Guy Carleton's departure from Montreal, as the people were proceeding to church, they were thrown into a state of great alarm by the tidings of the landing of Montgomery's force on the Island of Montreal itself, at the spot where now the great Victoria Bridge springs from the shore, this densely-packed manufacturing district being then swamps and meadows.
At this time there were not one thousand regular troops in the country, and Carleton's endeavour to obtain reinforcements from Boston had failed in consequence of the timidity of Admiral Graves, who expressed his opinion that it was not safe to send vessels up the St. Lawrence towards the end of the month of October.
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