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The words, just a little satirically spoken: "What is, my dear young man?" stopped him at once. Looking for the complement and counterpart of Lady Casterley, one would perhaps have singled out her brother. All her abrupt decision was negated in his profound, ironical urbanity.
"Don't you think," said Barbara, "that we had better go back, at once the other way?" "Certainly not. There are no more bulls, I suppose, between us and this woman?" "But are you fit to see her?" Lady Casterley passed her handkerchief over her lips, to remove their quivering. "Perfectly," she answered. "Then, dear," said Barbara, "stand still a minute, while I dust you behind."
She was as Lady Casterley had shrewdly guessed the kind of woman who spoils men by being too nice to them; of no use to those who wish women to assert themselves; yet having a certain passive stoicism, very disconcerting.
Her little figure was quivering from head to foot: "This will be a lesson to you not to play with fire!" "Ann!" murmured Lord Dennis again, slipping his arm through Barbara's. "The world," went on Lady Casterley, "is a place of facts, not of romantic fancies. You have done more harm than can possibly be repaired. I went to her myself.
Lady Casterley could not possibly have provided herself with a better introduction than Barbara, whom Mrs. Noel never met without the sheer pleasure felt by a sympathetic woman when she sees embodied in someone else that 'joy in life' which Fate has not permitted to herself. She came forward with her head a little on one side, a trick of hers not at all affected, and stood waiting.
Take no notice of him; I have great faith in that." "Granny darling, you must do as I say, please; I remember this bull, he is one of ours." At those rather ominous words Lady Casterley gave her a sharp glance. "I shall not go," she said. "My legs feel quite strong now. We can run, if necessary." "So can the bull," said Barbara. "I'm not going to leave you," muttered Lady Casterley.
Barbara saw Miltoun's face transfigured by a dreadful smile the smile of one defying his torturer with hate. Lady Casterley went on: "Yes, you stand there looking like a devil. Hate me if you like but don't betray us, moaning and moping because you can't have the moon. Put on your armour, and go down into the battle. Don't play the coward, boy!" Miltoun's answer cut like the lash of a whip.
But its comedy, too subtly played for Miltoun and Lord Dennis, seemed transparent to the eyes of Lady Casterley; for, when Harbinger had sallied forth to ride back along the sands, she took her candle and invited Barbara to retire.
"You can't; it's too uphill." "I am not going to turn back," said Lady Casterley. "The bull ought not to be here. Whose fault is it? I shall speak to someone. Stand still and look at him. We must prevent his coming nearer." They stood still and looked at the bull, who continued to approach. "It doesn't stop him," said Lady Casterley. "We must take no notice.
The rings are darker." Lady Casterley bent down; when she raised herself she had a slipper in her hand. "Don't irritate him!" cried Barbara, catching her wrist. But Lady Casterley freed her hand. "I will," she said, and brought the sole of the slipper down on the insect, so that it dropped on the floor, dead. "He has no business in here."
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