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Updated: June 1, 2025
There may be no doubt there are many men who elect to view life from a low, material, or even farcical standpoint nevertheless, life in itself is serious and noble." Cicely's dark face lightened as with an illumination while she listened to these words. Maryllia, who had taken up the roses she had laid in Cicely's lap, and was now arranging them afresh, looked up suddenly.
That's what I meant by her being horribly impersonal. She used the word "scientific" to me, three times, when I went to see her Nelly! 'If she's impersonal, I should doubt whether William is, said Hester drily. 'Ah, no poor Willy! was Cicely's musing reply. 'It's a hard time for him. I don't believe she's ever out of his mind. Or at least, she wouldn't be, if it weren't for his work.
Fate had, ironically enough, furnished her with an unanswerable reason for leaving Amherst; the impossibility of their keeping up such a relation as now existed between them would soon become too patent to be denied. Meanwhile, as summer approached, she knew that external conditions would also call upon her to act. The visible signal for her withdrawal would be Cicely's next visit to Westmore.
Poor tender-hearted thing she had not slept since he told her, forty-eight hours, that seemed such years, ago! With her flaxen hair, and her touching candour, even in sleep, she looked like a girl lying there, not so greatly changed from what she had been that summer of Cicely's marriage down at Hayle. Her face had not grown old in all those twenty-eight years.
Douglas drew paper and ink towards him, and wrote back with breathless haste "I will do your bidding, and whether it be for a year or twenty years, I will wait." He carried her letter with him to Cicely's wedding, and they all noticed with pleasure a new buoyancy in his walk and bearing, a keener light in his eyes, and the old true ring in his voice.
I think I can explain the affair and make her look at it more as we do, although, I must admit, now that I recall some things she recently said to me, that she may have some grave objections to Cicely's residence at Cobhurst. But I shall see her, and I think I can pacify her." Mrs. Tolbridge was not so hopeful as her husband; he had not seen Miss Panney at the front door.
He looked up with that smile which in Cicely's unbiased opinion gave him such an unfair advantage over womankind. With a little sob, Nelly walked away towards the window, which was still uncurtained though the night had fallen. Outside there was a starry deep of sky, above Wetherlam and the northern fells.
"You speak more truly than you know," replied the mulatto. "I indeed owe my life to you." The sheriff started, he was capable of surprise, even in that moment of extreme peril. "Who are you?" he asked in amazement. "Tom, Cicely's son," returned the other. He had closed the door and stood talking to the sheriff through the grated opening.
They without hesitation accepted his proffered hospitality; possibly the satisfaction the elder felt in Mistress Cicely's company might have assisted in deciding him to remain, instead of returning home. Indeed, he considered it would be better to wait, that he might carry some certain information to his mother as to the progress made in the matter.
Cicely's little school-mates bound past her; skipping, hopping, jumping and running, as if they could not exercise their legs enough. The lame girl looks at them, smiles a sad, quiet smile, and looks up tearfully in her mother's face.
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