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Dierdre broke in. "But she may marry. Or she may go back to nursing again. I wish I could help you. It would make me happy. It would be helping myself, more than you! And we could begin soon. I could buy you paints from a list you'd give me. If we succeeded, you could surprise your sister and the Becketts. It would be splendid."
Beckett wouldn't have spoken so. He did look at your eyes didn't he? He would, for Herter's sake." "Yes, he did look at them," Brian admitted. "He didn't say much." "But what what?" "He said: 'Wait, and see." "And see!" Dierdre echoed. The same thought was in all our minds. As I gazed mutely at Brian, he gave me the most beautiful smile of his life.
Even the sky, which had been blue and bright, was gray over Jussy, and the grayest of gray things were the immense "saucisses" three or four of them hanging low under the clouds like advertisements of titanic potatoes, haughtiest of war-time vegetables. Dierdre O'Farrell inadvertently called the big bulks "saucissons," which amused our officer guide so much that he laughed to tears.
"But if Brian wanted to change his mind about marrying, he couldn't. Neither he nor Dierdre O'Farrell have a penny " "Brian's got as much as we have," the dear woman assured me. "Do you think he'd take your money to marry on? No, dearest! Brian's very unworldly. So far, he hasn't worried about finances for the present. The future is different. If he doesn't get back his sight "
By the time we wanted to leave, Mother Beckett confidently expected "Jim's château" to be ready for occupation, and Dierdre must visit "us" there indefinitely, while her brother dutifully continued distributing supplies to hospitals and refugees. "You wouldn't object to having that poor little girl stay with us, would you, dear?"
"It was only that oculist chap Herter told you about Dr. Henri Chrevreuil. He's been working at the front, as you know: lately it's been the British front; and they'd taken him in at the château for a few days' rest. We met him there and talked of his friend your friend, Molly Doctor Paul." "What did he say about your eyes?" Dierdre almost gasped. I should have been too afraid of the answer.
When I hauled my soul down from the soaring arches as one strikes a flag, there was Puck at my side and there were Mother Beckett and Dierdre disappearing behind sandbag-hillocks, in the direction of the celebrated Cherub.
Brian is to be guide, philosopher, and friend to the inmates and students of the James Wyndham Beckett College for the Blind. Also he is to give lectures on art and various other subjects. And he is to have a salary for his services not the big one Father Beckett wished: Brian wouldn't hear of that but enough to live on. And Dierdre and Julian are offered official positions and salaries too.
I didn't feel it; for you know I wrote late to you. And at last in bed, I disobeyed your advice about never worrying: I worried quite a lot over Brian and Dierdre O'Farrell; my having led him into a trap, when above all things I wanted his happiness and health. I could well have passed as pale: but I was so pleased with the secret signal that I braced up and bloomed again.
"Give your imagination wings." "You are always teasing me to guess things I don't care to guess!" "Here comes Dierdre back with Mrs. Beckett so I won't worry you to guess. I've got a message from the Wandering Jew. Do you want it, or don't you?"
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