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He said: 'You'll think of some one absent. 'You really do wish me to go, my darling? It is Chillon's wish? She begged for the words; she had them, and then her feverishness abated to a simple sparkling composure. Carinthia had observed her. She was heart-sick under pressure of thoughts the heavier for being formless.
She would not have written so dull a letter to her husband if she had been at the opera last night, or listened to a distant street-band. No more the next line would be bleeding. He should have her blood too, if that were her husband's it would never be; but if it were for his good in the smallest way. Chillon's wish is to give his blood for them he loves.
As well bid healthy children lie abed on a bright summer morning, as think of holding this fair young woman bound to the circle of safety when she has her view of pleasure sparkling like the shore-sea mermaid's mirror. Suspicions were not of the brood Carinthia's bosom harboured. Suspicion of Chillon's wife Carinthia could not feel.
The gentleman appeared on the waste land above the house. His very loose black suit and a peculiar roll of his gait likened him to a mourning boatswain who was jolly. In Lord Levellier's workshop his remarks were to the point. Chillon's powders for guns and blasting interested him, and he proposed to ride over from Barlings to witness a test of them. 'You are staying at Barlings? Chillon said.
Chillon is Henrietta's husband, the world cries out, and when she is flattered she does the like, for then it is not too presumptuous that she should name Henrietta Chillon's wife. In my ears, husband has the sweeter sound. It brings an angel from overhead. Will it bring him one-half hour sooner? My love! My dear!
Chillon's damping of her enthusiasm sank her to a mere breathing body, miserably an animal body, no comrade for a valiant brother; this young man's feeble consort, perhaps: and a creature thirsting for pleasure, disposed to sigh in the prospect of caresses. Enthusiasm gone, her spirited imagination of active work on the field of danger beside her brother flapped a broken wing.
Neither her sister Riette nor her friend Owain, administering sentiment and common sense to her by turns, could conceive how the passion for the recovery of her brother's military name fed the hope that she might aid in it, how the hope fed the passion. She had besides her hunger to be at the work she could do; her Chillon's glory for morning sky above it.
Such egotism in an idle man would only provoke impatience; but Byron was, during the whole of this period, almost preternaturally active. The opening lines, Lake Leman lies by Chillon's walls; A thousand feet in depth below, Its massy waters meet and flow, bring before us in a few words the conditions of a hopeless bondage.
Chillon, whom she saw, was just as hard, unforgiving, careless of his country's dearest interests; brother and sister were one heart of their one blood. She mentioned the general impression in town, that the countess and only she could save the earl from Rome. A flash of polite laughter was Chillon's response.
Chillon is Henrietta's husband, the world cries out, and when she is flattered she does the like, for then it is not too presumptuous that she should name Henrietta Chillon's wife. In my ears, husband has the sweeter sound. It brings an angel from overhead. Will it bring him one-half hour sooner? My love! My dear!
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