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"Eat, sirs," the old servitor exhorted us: "alas! that man may take nothing out o' the world!" I know not who of us was most taken aback. But noting Delia's sad wondering face, as her eyes wander'd round the neglected room and rested on the tatter'd portraits, I lost patience. "Our business is with Master Hannibal Tingcomb," said I sharply.
Anna could not bear it. She jumped over the stile and ran after her friend. "Delia!" she called out. Delia turned and waited. "Don't be cross with me," pleaded Anna. "After all, it isn't my fault; and I should like to go with you so much. And and give my love to grandfather, please. I'm going to see him next week." She took hold of Delia's reluctant hand and kissed her cheek.
I should, no doubt, have set a watch on my nightly visitor after making this discovery and one that was apparently connected with it nothing less than Delia's report that there were candle-droppings over the border of the library carpet. But I have admitted that this is a study in fear, and a part of it is my own. I was afraid.
And I am a lawyer, and if you will let me say so, just double your age." He smiled at her, but Delia's countenance did not relax. Her mouth was scornful. "I daresay that's quite true, Mr. Winnington. But of course you know it was not on that account or at any rate not chiefly on that account, that my father left things as he did.
That's MY diagnosis if you want to know." "Oh how can you say such a thing?" Francie returned with a tremor in her voice that struck her sister. Her eyes met Delia's at the same moment, and this young woman's heart bounded with the sense that she was safe. Mr. Flack's power to hustle presumed too far though Mr. "What does it matter what he says, my dear?" she interposed.
His condemnation of Delia's actions was sharp and unhesitating; his opinion of Miss Marvell not a whit milder than that of his neighbours. Yet he had begun, as we have seen, to discover in himself a willingness, indeed an eagerness to excuse and pity the girl, which was wholly lacking in the case of the older woman.
So Thyrsis began a struggle with Jesus and the Congo savages, for the possession of Delia's soul. He set to work to interest her in his work; he gave her his first novel, which contained no theology at all; and also "The Hearer of Truth" the social radicalism of which he was pleased to see did not alarm her. And then he gave her the war-novel, and saw with joy how she was thrilled over that.
One of the first days of the New year rose clear and frosty. When the young housemaid who had temporarily replaced Weston as Delia's maid drew back her curtains at half-past seven, Delia caught a vision of an opaline sky with a sinking moon and fading stars. A strewing of snow lay on the ground, and the bare black trees rose, vividly separate, on the white stretches of grass.
You'll be at home and I shall look after you." Weston put out a clammy hand and faintly pressed Delia's warm fingers "But you were going to London, Miss. I don't want to put you out so." "I shan't go till you're out of the wood, so go to sleep and don't worry." "Delia! for Heaven's sake be reasonable. Leave Weston to France, and a couple of good nurses. She'll be perfectly looked after.
I was in the Square you know, that day and at the Police Court afterwards. That was what did it. And I have my old mother to keep." A pair of haggard eyes met Delia's. "Oh, but I'll help!" cried Delia. "You must let me help! won't you?" "Thank you but I've got a few savings," said the teacher quietly. "It isn't that so much. It's well, Miss Toogood feels it too. She was in town she saw everything.
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