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Her heart cried out in thankfulness. She crossed the room to him, all the whole wealth of her love alive and bright in her eyes. "Jack" she whispered "you're not jealous of Devenish, are you?" A laugh broke out from his lips, striking her with the sting of its harshness. "Where did you go afterwards?" he repeated. "To supper we went to supper the same place where we had dined.
Farmer Devenish had another reason in wishing Joan to leave her home. He was afraid that she might imbibe the views her mother had embraced, and which he and his son could not but give credence to, whilst they made no protest of having altered their old way of thinking. But he had always forbidden his wife to disturb Joan in her pious faith in the old religion.
Had a mirror been near at hand, she would have realized in its reflection that the warmth of the room was not the only cause for the flushed scarlet of her cheeks, or the light that glittered in the expanded pupils of her eyes. When Devenish had paid the bill, they departed. A hansom conveyed them back to Sally's rooms in Regent Street.
He amused himself. The old, worn-out story has all the humour still keen in it for you if you tell it. It was no effort, no strain to Devenish. He laughed as heartily as she did over the stale old jests. Their novelty to her made them new to him. She leant her elbows on the table and watched his face as he told them. "Now," he said, when they had finished their coffee, "how about the songs?
Then she swung it open. It was Devenish. He took off his hat and held a hand out to her. She accepted it, confused in her mind as to the reason of his coming. Did he know? Or was he utterly unconscious? He must have known; he had come to her door. "Do you mind my coming in?" he asked. "No, not at all." She made way for him to pass into her sitting-room.
And did you not hear Jack Devenish say as he came in from his last round that he feared the great black watchdog in the yard would not live till morning, he seemed so sick and out of sorts?
Meantime Paul lay for a while sorely sick, and was tended with motherly devotion by good Mistress Devenish, who learned to love him almost as a son. Hardy and tough as he was, the fatigue and suffering he had undergone had broken him down, and a fever set in which for a time made them fear for his very life.
Presently, when Mistress Devenish had gone away to make some inquiries respecting the flitches of bacon required for the Priory, Brother Lawrence beckoned Paul somewhat nearer, and said, in a low voice, in his ear: "Be in no haste to depart from hence, my son. It may be that there is work for you here for the Holy Church.
"If you can have the horses in readiness, we will ride off with the first streak of dawn. It will be best so for all." And though Joan Devenish and Will Ives were made man and wife that very morning, Paul and the prince were not there to grace the ceremony, but were far on their way to London. "Edward, I am glad to see you back. Where have you been these many hours?
The famous universities of Oxford, Paris and Pavia count among the great spirits at their inception men who were worthy pupils of the schools of Devenish and Durrow, of Bangor and Moville. We have recorded the tribute paid by Alfred the Saxon king to the Ireland of his day. Let us add to it the testimony of a great divine of France.
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