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Clarice laughed shortly, and stroked the cover of her Morte d'Arthur. 'I suppose that's just what friendship means nowadays? 'Between man and man yes. Between woman and woman it's different, and it's, of course, different too between man and woman. But perhaps that's best to be understood by means of its symbol, and he worked up to his climax of cold boiled mutton with complete satisfaction.
I should have been horrified to see any human being in so fearful a predicament; but he was my friend, the first I had ever possessed. I thought, also, of the grief the news of his death would cause my sweet sister Clarice. How should I be able to tell her of it? These thoughts flashed across my mind. Close to the very edge of the precipice, a mass of jagged rock stood out.
"Do they?" asked the lady with a peculiar smile, as if this were not great news to her. "Yes. Uncle Albert's house, where we lived, was almost hidden beneath great elm trees, and he and Aunt Clarice were so good to us." "And we kept bees," put in Faith, looking exactly like her twin in her sudden animation. "I used to help uncle swarm them myself."
We simply told her that Gorley had died near Boruwimi. But I fancy that she suspected we were concealing something. Perhaps our avoidance of the subject gave her the hint, or it may have been Mrs. Willoughby. 'Mrs. Willoughby? 'She is related to the Gorley family as well as to us. It was through her Clarice first met Gorley, he explained, and went on.
He continued in the tone of argument, 'And she would come to know that. Surely she would feel it. 'Yes, but feel proud of it perhaps, replied Clarice, 'proud of him just for that reason. All her woman's tricks she would know useless to move him. Nothing she could do would make him swerve.
I was sure that the sooner Clarice was away from the spot the better it would be for her; so, as the leader of the emigrant train did not wish to delay longer than was necessary, I assisted in harnessing the animals to our waggon, and we at once moved on. I was walking beside our new friend, when he asked me my name. "Ralph Middlemore," I replied; "and my sister is called Clarice."
On the floor of the tower lies the ancient tomb of "Clarice La Femme Cheffrei De Bolleit," with an inscription in Norman-French characters of the thirteenth century, begging visitors to pray for her soul, and promising a ten days' pardon to those who do so; there can be no harm in our testing the efficacy of this offer.
'Then you returned to England, and were interviewed in the Meteor. Clarice read the interview; you had described in it your march to Boruwimi, and she sent through Mallinson at once an invitation to you. I only found that out the night you were introduced to us at the theatre. It made me certain that she had suspicions, and I admit that I asked you to call in the hope of allaying them.
God heard their desire. Toward the termination of 1702, Clarice was delivered of a daughter. Great was the joy through the whole house. Buvat did not feel at all at his ease; he ran up and down stairs, beating his thighs with his hands, and singing below his breath the burden of his favorite song, "Then let me go, and let me play," etc.
Suddenly turning to a young brother who had lately joined the convent, he said to him, "And what of the pretty Clarice, my brother?" The blood flushed deep into the pale cheek of the young monk, and his frame shook with some interior emotion, as he answered, "She is recovering." "And she sent for thee to shrive her?"
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