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Lady Enid's a perfect brick and, by the bye, she's a great Suffragist too. Well: we were married at Pretoria in 1904, and now we've got four children; a sturdy young Frank, a golupshous Vivie oh, I told Muriel everything, she's the sort of woman you can And the other two are called Bertha after my mother and Charlotte after Mrs. Bernard Shaw.
Here, on this sacred spot where he has been so exalted, he will bite the dust." He paused triumphantly; and in the pause there rose again to Enid's mind the picture of one tall, white-robed figure confronting a sea of faces all incensed all passionately, vindictively unanimous in desire. "Oh no!" she said, suddenly, faltering before the picture. "No! No! You cannot. You must not. Be merciful!
He left Sabina, who was sobbing hysterically as she sat huddled up in the chair on which he had placed her, and came to Enid's side. She turned to him with sorrowful appeal. "Is she dead? Can nothing be done?" "Nothing. Come away, Miss Vane; this is no place for you. One moment! Have you anything to say to this woman? Have you any charge to bring?"
Lady Enid's Scottish lips tightened almost imperceptibly. "I could talk of nothing else," proceeded the Prophet. "Could I, grannie?" "No, indeed, Hennessey," assented Mrs. Merillia. "All other topics were banished from discussion." "All," cried the Prophet, with increasing fervour and lack of self-consciousness. "I could not tear myself from the telescope.
Ingledew or another and that she had firmly refused to do so, saying that she felt quite well. Enid's words did not tally with Mrs. Vane's report at all. The doctor knew which of the two women he would rather believe. The General walked away, leaving the patient and the medical man together.
Occasionally she had a letter which she dearly prized from Enid Vane, and in these letters she heard a little now and then about Hubert; but, after Enid's marriage, the letters became less frequent, and at last ceased altogether. And then she knew that the two years were over, and that Hubert must be free. Free or dead! She sometimes had a keen darting fear that she would never see his face again.
"Yes, thank you, Parker; but don't go just yet." Parker stood immovable. Secretly she began to long to get away. She was afraid that she should cry if she stayed there much longer holding Enid's soft little white hand in hers. "Parker," said Enid presently, "were you in your room last night soon after I went to bed?" The maid slept in the next room to that of her young mistress.
"You do not understand me," Enid was saying, when at last Cynthia could listen, "and I want to make you understand. I have misjudged you will you forgive me? It has been very, very hard for you!" The tears were rolling down her own cheeks as she spoke. Cynthia surrendered her hand to Enid's clasp, and listened as if she were in a dream a pleasant beautiful dream, too good to last.
"Oh, the nurse of course a Beechfield woman, I believe, recommended by Florence! I saw no one else, not even the Jenkinses, who, I hear, have been most devoted to him in his illness." Enid dropped her eyes. She did not care just then to ask any questions about Cynthia West. If Miss Vane knew the story, she evidently considered it unfit for Enid's ears.
Meldreth was almost unconscious of the disturbance. Her eyes were glazing, her sight was growing feeble, the words that fell from her lips were broken and disconnected. But still she spoke still she went on pouring her story into Enid's listening ears. When the Rector at last looked round, he saw an expression on Enid's face which chilled him to the bone.
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