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They sat in silence for a while. There was a frown on Cicely's face. She was not wholly satisfied. And from the river, with its fringe of yellow lights, came the whistling of tugs as they passed out on their way to the ocean, and the flashing of strange illuminations on her dark bosom. Then suddenly Cicely started forward on the seat, her fingers seized his arm with a feverish grip.
"Oh, Cis, old girl," he said jovially; "wake up and bring me some more coffee." This time, Mr. Gilwyn's lower jaw dropped in amazement. There was a sudden awful silence, while, behind the guest's chair, Cicely's shoulders were shaking. In her mind, Theodora rapidly summed up the situation and judged it best to make a clean breast of the whole matter. Mr.
It was Cicely's gospel that one should know what one wanted in life and take good care that one got what one wanted. Could he apply that test of achievement to his own life? Was this what he really wanted to be doing, pursuing his uneventful way as a country squire, sharing even his sports and pastimes with men of the nation that had conquered and enslaved his Fatherland?
Cicely's limb was less painful now than it had been for two years, although it was quite useless; but her mother, as I told you, helped her to limp to school. Cicely kept hoping it would get quite well, and she wanted to learn as fast and as much as she could; because she thought if she got all the medals, the Committee might say, "Cicely, we must have you for a teacher here, some day."
I return to my first question does she care a hapo'rth? Nelly was looking dreamily into the fire. 'You mean does she care enough to give up her ways and take to yours? 'Yes, I suppose I do mean that, he said, with sudden seriousness. Nelly shook her head, smiling. 'I don't know! But Cicely's worth a deal of trouble. He assented with a mixture of fervour and depression.
"Oh mother! mother! what is it?" said Merry in a tone of excitement which was slightly mingled with awe. "Your father will tell you, my darling," said Mrs. Cardew. She put her arm round Merry's slight waist and held Cicely's hand, and they came down to the great drawing-room where Mr. Cardew was waiting for them. He was pacing slowly up and down the room, his hands folded behind his back.
Sir Malcolm at his brightest and best had been capricious company. He was now moody beyond all Cicely's experience of him. His newborn solemnity was the most marked feature of his demeanour, but sometimes it dissolved into pathetic demands for sympathy, and then again froze into profound and lugubrious silence.
"For he hath written that it is the duty of Christians to rejoice for the remembrance of Christ and for the maintenance of good-fellowship. 'I hold it, he hath said, 'a memory of the Heaven's love and the world's peace, the mirth of the honest and the meeting of the friendly." Cicely's eyes danced with glee.
During the latter half of the winter they had corresponded, though Cicely was the worst of letter-writers; and since Nelly and her sister had been in Rydal again there had been constant meetings. Nelly's confidences in return for Cicely's were not many nor frequent.
Cicely's manner showed her constant association with older people. She and her father had been always together, and their companionship had left its mark upon her. There was no trace of shyness in her manner, no hesitation in taking her share in the conversation. She was perfectly frank, perfectly at ease, yet perfectly remote from any suggestion of pertness.
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