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As he opened the door, I saw the good Sister of Charity in the hall, and then who but Darthea? She was in a long cloak and great muff, and held in her hand a winter mask.
I had seen her unaccountably thus affected once before, as he who reads these pages may remember. Or was it a ready-witted ruse? Ah, my sweet Darthea! I wanted to think it that.
The old clerk is better." "Will it be hard to leave me, my son?" "You know it will," said I. She had risen, tall and large, her eyes soft with tears. "You must go," she said, "and may God protect and keep you. I shall be very lonely, Hugh. But you must go. I have long seen it." Upon this, I begged she would see my father often, and give me news of him and of Darthea whenever occasion served.
On the fifth, day of September, 1774, at seven in the morning, I saw my Jack in a boat come out to meet me as we came to anchor in the stream. He looked brown and handsome, reddening with joy as he made me welcome. All were well, he said. I did not ask for Darthea. My father was on the slip, and told me that business might wait until the evening.
Recruiting in the face of such a state of things was slow indeed. I had little to do but wait on the general, read to my aunt, ride with her and Darthea, or shoot ducks with Jack when weather permitted; and so the long winter wore on. With Darthea I restrained my useless passion, and contented myself with knowing that we were day by day becoming closer friends.
I started as Darthea moved across the window-space on the arm of Andre, while following them were Montresor and my cousin. I felt the blood go to my face as I saw them, and drew back, letting the parted branches come together. With this storm of love and hate came again the sudden reflection that I had no right to be here, and that I was off the track of duty.
This she declared most reasonable, but I knew her too well not to feel uneasy, and indeed the result justified my fears. My aunt, as I have said, had gone wild a bit over that deed, and when Darthea was not with her was continually discussing it, and reading over and over Mr. Wilson's opinion. I got very tired of it all.
I can't marry you all. And she began to be agitated, and to laugh in a way that seemed to me quite strange and out of place; but then I know little about women. "I could but say: 'Forgive me; I have hurt you whom I love. I will never do it more never. But, dear Darthea, you will let me love you, because I cannot help it, and this will all be as if it had never been.
It was a fine sight to see how this fiery little bit of a woman faced my tall, strong aunt, who towered above her, her large face red with wrath. "Never!" she cried. "I have been it is I who am insulted and put to shame, in my own house, by a chit of a miss." "Then good-by," said Darthea, and was by me and out of the house before I could see what to do or know what to say. "She is gone!" I cried.
I picked up the slim little lady in my arms, and kissed her over and over, whilst, as she struggled away, I whispered: "Thank God! Dear, brave heart! It was well done, and I thank you." My aunt's rage knew no bounds, and I may not repeat what she said to my Darthea, who stood open-eyed, defiant, and flushed. I begged the furious old lady to stop. A whirlwind were as easily checked.
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