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Updated: June 11, 2025
But you'll have to be off, or you'll never get there in time. She ran away, rejoicing in her escape from the lesson, Of course she looked back several times; the first glance showed her Dagworthy still gazing after her, at the second she saw that he was walking towards the garden.
Dagworthy, that I will never think of you unjustly or unkindly. But I can promise nothing more; I have already given my love. Her voice faltered before the last word, the word she would never lightly utter. But it must be spoken now; no paraphrase would confirm her earnestness sufficiently. Still keeping her eyes on the ground, she knew that he had started.
When she reached the quarry it was quite dark at her approach she saw the shape of a man move away into the shadow of the quarried rock, and an unreasoning fear spurred her past the spot. Five minutes more and she was at Dagworthy's gate. She rang the door-bell. The servant told her that Mr. Dagworthy was at home; she declined to give her name, but said she must see him at once.
'Of course it is not any one in Dunfield? 'It is not. Jealousy was torturing him. He was quite conscious that he should have refrained from a single question, yet he could no more keep these back than he could the utterance of his passion. 'Will you He hesitated. 'May I leave you, Mr. Dagworthy? Emily asked, seeing that he was not likely to quit her.
You say you respect me; your words are not consistent with respect. I owe you nothing, Mr. Dagworthy, and it is certainly my right to demand that you will cease to distress and trouble me. He stood with his eyes on the ground. 'That is all you have to say? he asked, almost sullenly. 'What more can I say? Surely you should not have compelled me to say even so much.
This woman, it appears, was induced to talk about Emily, and gave it as a secret that Emily's illness had something to do with an attachment between her and Mr. Dagworthy, her father's employer.
Dagworthy had a period almost of despair; it was then that, in an access of fury, he committed the brutality which created so many myths about his domestic life.
'Of course you don't believe me. All the same, I do feel sorry. 'That won't help. 'No? I suppose it won't. The words were breathed out on a sigh. Dagworthy made no answer. 'I'm not much better off, she continued, in a low-spirited voice. 'Nonsense! he ejaculated, roughly, half turning his back on her.
At the very door of the office he had not decided whether it should be silence or restitution. 'That you, Hood? Dagworthy asked, looking up from a letter he was writing. 'Been rather a long time, haven't you? The tone was unusually indulgent. Hood felt an accession of confidence; he explained naturally the cause of his delay.
He turned the note over once or twice, tried in vain to decipher a scribbled endorsement, then restored it to the envelope. With the letter in his hand, he went to the office. 'Mr. Dagworthy out? he asked of his fellow-clerk on looking round. The clerk was a facetious youth.
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