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"You will be satisfied to have me go, Elfie, when I tell you that I am going on business which I believe to be duty. Nothing else takes me away. I am going to try to do right," said he smiling. Elfie could not answer the smile. She wanted to ask whether she should never see him again, and there was another thought upon her tongue too; but her lip trembled and she said nothing.
"No, perhaps not," she said, with a grateful look up. "You do not feel the cold now, Elfie?" "Not at all not in the least I am perfectly comfortable I am doing very well." He stood still, and the changing lights and shades on Fleda's cheek grew deeper. "Do you know where we are, Mr. Carleton?"
I looked at her without taking it. I penetrated her motive in appealing to my old regard for her. Still suspecting me, she had tried her last chance of getting safely on shore. "The less we say of the past, the better," I answered, with ironical politeness. "It is getting late. And you will agree with me that Elfie ought to be in her bed." I looked round at the child.
"He wants me to dine there to-night, mother, to meet Mr. Rowse and Mr. Wakefield," said Allen, with a certain importance suited to a lad of fifteen, who had just become "somebody." "Very well," she said, in weary acquiescence, as she lay down again, just enough refreshed by the coffee to become sleepy. "And mother," said Allen, lingering in the dark, "don't trouble about Elfie.
Laura breathed more freely, and ran to greet her friend, who bounced in, smiling and good-natured. Elfie was beautifully gowned in a morning dress, with an over-abundance of trimmings and all the furbelows that generally accompany the extravagant raiment affected by women of her type. Advancing effusively, she exclaimed: "Hello, dearie!"
Quick to note the signs of wretchedness in him and quick to feel the attitude of neutrality assumed by her family toward the war, the child, without stint and without thought, gave him a love and a sympathy so warm, so passionate, that it was to his heart like balm to an open wound. There was no neutrality about Elfie. She was openly, furiously pro-Ally.
A man will believe a whole lot about his girl, but nothing about his wife." Laura turned and looked at her. There was a long pause. "Elfie I I don't think I could do that to John. I don't think I could deceive him." Her companion made a gesture of impatience. Rising, she cried: "You make me sick! You're only a novice! Lie to all men they all lie to you. Protect yourself.
"I was almost bewildered, in the first place, with beauty and then " "Do you like the rose garden?" "Like it! I cannot speak of it!" "I don't want you to speak of it," said he, smiling at her. "What followed upon liking it, Elfie?" "I was thinking," said Fleda, looking resolutely away from him, "in the midst of all this that it is not these things which make people happy."
His question was grave and acute. "By what do you judge that you do, Elfie?" "Why, Mr. Carleton," said Fleda, with an instant look of appeal, "who else should I love?" "If not him" her eye and her voice made sufficiently plain. Mr. Carleton was obliged to confess to himself that she spoke intelligently, with deeper intelligence than he could follow. He asked no more questions.
So purely humble, grateful, glad, so rosy with joyful hope, the eyes were absolutely sparkling through tears. But when she saw that his were not dry, her own overflowed. She clasped her other hand to his hand and bending down her face affectionately upon it, she wept, if ever angels weep, such tears as they. "Elfie," said Mr.
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