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Leopold rose, and again stood quietly before her, but again with downbent head, like a prisoner about to receive sentence. "Do you mean what you said a moment since that the police are in search of you?" asked Helen, with forced calmness. "They must be. They must have been after me for days I don't know how many. They will be here soon. I can't think how I have escaped them so long. Hark!
So must I bide here in Pentavalon with my duty." So saying, he lifted Winfrida to Sir Jocelyn's ready clasp and thereafter spake with head downbent: "An thou chance to see her within Mortain, I pray you say that the blind doth see at last and is gone to his duty, that, peradventure, he may be, some day, more worthy her great love.
She saw the man in Dion, lean, burnt, strong, ardent, desirous, full of suppressed emotion that was warmly and intensely human; he saw in her, as well as the mother, something that was perhaps almost pale, almost elusive, like the still figure and downbent face of a recluse seen in passing an open window. She saw in Dion his actions; he saw in her her meditations. Perhaps that was it.
Leopold rose, and again stood quietly before her, but again with downbent head, like a prisoner about to receive sentence. "Do you mean what you said a moment since that the police are in search of you?" asked Helen, with forced calmness. "They must be. They must have been after me for days I don't know how many. They will be here soon. I can't think how I have escaped them so long. Hark!
When he came to himself, a bitter refreshing wetness was soothing his parched mouth and black swollen tongue; gentle fingers were spreading balm on his torn hands; the loveliest face of earth or heaven was downbent over him, its tender blue eyes brimming with tears of compassion and love.
Gibbie obeyed, and followed, as, with slow step and downbent face, Donal led the way.
Walking with downbent head and step so light that his footfall made no slightest sound upon the young grass in his path, he did not see the form of a half wild, wholly beautiful girl, emerge from the deep gloom of the woods before him. Nor did she observe him, for her attention was wholly bent upon the armful of forest-flowers, which she let fall upon the grave with a passionate gesture of grief.
She sat quite still for another five minutes, then rose very quietly, gathering up the remembered black handbag, and moved like a young nun into the aisle, head downbent. King slipped out of his pew, made a quick circuit around the pillar, and met her squarely as she came toward him.
Lord Lossie turned and left the arbour. Had Malcolm followed his inclination, he would have fled from it, but he mastered himself still, and walked quietly out. The marquis was pacing, with downbent head and hasty strides, up the garden: Malcolm turned the other way.
Blake drew back from her, his head downbent in sudden despondency. "So you've found out you don't feel the same?" Her eyes dimmed with tears of compassion for him, but her voice was as firm as before. "I loved Tom Blake because he was so manly, so strong! I still love that Tom Blake. You are not sure that you are strong." "But if I knew I had your love back of me, Jenny!"
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