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Moses would as soon have questioned the seasons or the weather as Cynthia's changes of moods, which were indeed the weather for him, and when storms came he sat with his back to them, waiting for the sunshine. He had long ceased proposing marriage, in the firm belief that Cynthia would set the day in her own good time. Thereby he was saved much suffering. The summer flew on apace, for Coniston.
"Not just yet, little Cyn," Marcia Lowe replied, putting a protecting arm about the girl. "Cynthia's a bit run down," she explained to Sally; "off her feed a little. We're going to have a holiday. What do you think? Mr. Greeley is going to take us 'over the hills and far away' about twenty-five miles away!
But I dare say it is not probable, for I don't think she takes things very deeply to heart. 'Then I am quite at liberty to give up the affair, acting as Cynthia's proxy, if the squire disapproves of it? Poor Mrs. Gibson was in a strait at this question. 'No! she said at last. 'We cannot give it up. I am sure Cynthia would not; especially if she thought others were acting for her.
"Godfrey!" exclaimed Ephraim, "they told me he was hard to talk to. Why, Cynthy, he's as simple as a child." "I've always thought that all great men must be simple," said Cynthia; "Uncle Jethro is." "To think that the President of the United States stood talkin' to us on the sidewalk for half an hour," said Ephraim, clutching Cynthia's arm.
Cynthia's son however was one of those unconsciously successful men who are so simply true to life and life's laws that the world joyously meets them halfway. And then too his was a rich heritage. From his great preacher father he had the power of seeing visions and dreaming dreams and the still greater gift of making and persuading other people to see them too.
True, Cynthia's sparkling eyes and firm lips were eloquent of keen annoyance rather than fear, but Marigny was an adept in reading the danger signals of beauty in distress, and he saw in these symptoms the heralds of tears and fright. His experience did not lead him far astray, but he had not allowed for racial difference between the Latin and the Anglo-Saxon.
She spoke bitterly. She was following the automobile with an offended eye as it moved down the drive. The car rounded the corner. Sam turned and waved a farewell. Mr and Mrs Ford, seated close together in the tonneau, did not even look round. Mrs Drassilis sniffed disgustedly. 'She's a friend of Cynthia's. Cynthia asked me to come down here with her to see you. I came, to oblige her.
"And is there" the drawling sweetness of Cynthia's voice was moving Treadwell dangerously "is there something young and pretty and mighty bright, too?" "Yes." Treadwell's laugh was gone. "A girl I reckon?" "Yes, a girl just girl enough, you know, to keep him like well like other fellows." "Oh!" Cynthia smiled, but her eyes grew as gray as the day; the blue faded from them.
Of course, it is partly the restlessness of the condition." Cynthia's eyes travelled to the upper window above the study. Buntingford's wife lay there! It seemed to her that the little room held all the secrets of Buntingford's past. The dying woman knew them, and she alone. A new jealousy entered into Cynthia a despairing sense of the irrevocable. Helena was forgotten.
For all he knew to the contrary, she might be tremulous with delight at the prospect of becoming a French countess; if that were so, the fact that he disapproved of Mrs. Devar's matchmaking tactics would be received very coldly. Cynthia's natural interpretation of his allusion to her chaperon offered a means of escape from a difficult position. "I am greatly obliged by your hint," he said.
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