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"Come now, old man, you must give up that." "And I suppose," continued Dacres, with a sneer, "our handsome, dark-eyed little Italian cavalier is going with us. Ha, ha, ha! He's at the house all the time, no doubt." "Well, yes; he was there once." "Ah! of course quite devoted." "Oh yes; but don't be afraid. It was not to the child-angel. She appears to avoid him. That's really quite evident.
I am sorry he should have been born out of wedlock it is anything but proper; at the same time I cannot be sorry that he will never come between my Arthur and the succession." Here lady Ann saw a sudden radiance light up the face of Barbara, and change its expression, from that of a lady rightfully angry and a little scornful, to that of a child-angel.
"We must go now," and she hastily took up her shawl and bonnet. Just then Mrs. Fairfield entered with the visitors, and began making excuses for inattention to Miss Digby, whose identity with Leonard's child-angel she had not yet learned. Helen received these apologies with her usual sweetness. "Nay," she said, "your son and I are such old friends, how could you stand on ceremony with me?"
As she stood there dewy-eyed, wistful, glowing, with loosened hair, the grasses clinging to her, and the dew, she looked like a wide-eyed child-angel newly come to earth. To her the morning was great and broad, like a dream to be dreamed and awakened from, something unreal and evanescent which would go.
Miss Fay treats her quite like an elder sister, and is deuced fond of her, too. I can see that. So she can't be very fiendish to her. Like loves like, you know, and the one that the child-angel loves ought to be a little of an angel herself, oughtn't she?" Dacres was silent for a long time. "There's that confounded Italian," said he, "dangling forever at her heels the devil that saved her life.
"You may as well open my eyes too; for I'll be hanged if I can see my way through this!" "Strange! strange! strange!" continued Dacres, in a kind of soliloquy, not noticing Hawbury's words. "How a man will sometimes forget realities, and give himself up to dreams! It was my dream of the child-angel that so turned my brain. I must see her no more." "Very well, old boy," said Hawbury.
Just as though there weren't a thousand Ethels!" "What's that you're saying about Ethel?" asked Dacres. "Oh, nothing, old man. Excuse my interrupting you. Go ahead. How did it end?" "Well, the child-angel said, 'Ethel, I've a great mind to go up. "This proposal Ethel scouted in horror and consternation. "'You must not you shall not! she cried.
She seemed to go down into it. And then the wind changed or died away, or both, for there came a vast cloud of rolling smoke, black, cruel, suffocating; and the mountain crest and the child-angel were snatched from my sight. "I was roused by a shriek from Ethel. I saw her rush up the slope, and struggle in a vain endeavor to save her friend.
"Good!" muttered Hawbury; "you talk like a novel. Drive on, old man. I'm really beginning to feel excited." "'The fact is," said Dacres, "I have a certain set of expressions about the child-angel that will come whenever I begin to describe her." "It strikes me, though, that you are getting on pretty well. You were speaking of 'love and tenderness. Well?"
"He will come," exclaimed the young man; "come here, to the home which I owe to him. I have not been unworthy of his friendship. And she " his breast heaved, but the joy faded from his face. "Oh, strange, strange, that I feel sad at the thought to see her again! See her Ah, no! my own comforting Helen, my own Child-angel! Her I can never see again! The grown woman that is not my Helen.
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