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The singing of the birds, the blowing of the south wind, the sparkle of the waves, all found a response in Edith's heart, which leaped with joy. And yet there was a touch of melancholy in it all, the horizon was so vast, and the mist of uncertainty lay along it.
"I want to go on to Edith's." Segur went with Mrs. Sidney and Marian to their carriage. "Who is Mr. Howard?" Mrs. Sidney said, and Miss Trevor drew nearer to hear the answer. "One of the editorial writers down on the paper and a very clever one none better. He works hard and is desperately serious and a regular hermit." "I think he's very handsome don't you, Marian?"
"Child," she said, putting her hand upon Edith's fair locks; "this is the man thou shalt see but twice in thy life; look up, and mark well!" Edith instinctively raised her eyes, and, once fixed upon the knight, they seemed chained as by a spell.
He is looking rather pale as he bids them good-by the vision of Edith's eyes upturned to his, full of mute, impassionate appeal, have haunted him all night long. They haunt him now, long after the last good-by had been said, and the train is sweeping away Westward. Edith loves him at last.
"Am I indebted to you for the beautiful flowers in my own apartment?" he asked, as he turned back and entered the house with me, "or was it Edith's sisterly hand placed them there?" "Are you pleased with them?" I said, with a childish delight. It seemed to me a great thing that he had noticed them at all. "As Edith is lame, she indulges me in carrying out her own sweet tastes.
Something in Edith's solemn tone and look convinced him that both he and Van Dam had misjudged her. His knees trembled so that he could scarcely rise. A fascination that he could not resist drew his face, stamped with guilt, toward her, and slowly he raised his fearful eyes and for a moment met Edith's searching, questioning gaze, then dropped them in confusion.
At least we should have kept on together. My poor little baby!" Edith's eyes were full of tears, as she answered softly: "I hope you will let me say that I believe she is waiting for you some where." "She must be," the mother responded quickly. "Whatever one doubts, one must surely believe that. I could not lose her! She is mine, wherever in the universe she may be."
"My mother?" muttered Telie, "I have no mother, no relations." "What! Mr. Bruce is not then your father?" "No, I have no father. Yes, that is, I have a father; but he has, he has turned Indian." These words were whispered rather than spoken, yet whispered with a tone of grief and shame that touched Edith's feelings.
Edith's Chantry at the side, lay below and behind them, and they came out on to the edge of a great scoop in the hill, like a theatre, and the blue woods and hills of Surrey showed opposite beyond Otford and Brasted. Here they stopped, a little back from the edge, and Mr.
You'll tell them how much I owe him how much I love him, and, Grace," Edith's voice was very low now, and sad, "and when you write to Arthur don't repeat the hateful things I said before, but tell him I'm engaged; that I'm the Swedish baby; that I never shall forget him quite; and that I love Richard very much."
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