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Updated: June 24, 2025
It was this call of a common blood which begot in her unreasoning panic, which she had run from and so wildly tried to escape. And yet it remained a gift of great price, a crown of gold; but oh! so very heavy just at this moment anyhow for her poor proud young head. Lifting her hand off Faircloth's, she made a motion to rise.
And, with an unswerving sense of honour, he has gone on paying, until that which, at the start, must have amounted to pretty severe discipline has crystallized into habit. What you tell me of this young man, Darcy Faircloth's history, goes, indirectly, to strengthen my admiration for your father's self-denying ordinance, both in proposing and in maintaining this strange payment."
Then, as she shrank, drawing away a little, startled by the crudeness of the expression: "I enjoyed our two dances," he told her, "and I shall enjoy taking you to Marseilles and making Faircloth's acquaintance, if our little scheme works out successfully if it is sanctioned, permitted.
She could feel, she could picture, a drama of rare quality with those two figures as protagonists. It dazzled while wounding her. She remembered Faircloth's words, spoken on that evening of fateful disclosure when knowledge of things as they are first raped her happy ignorance, while the boat drifted through the shrouding darkness of rain upon the inky waters of the tide-river.
Dutifully it went, though the soul of the eighteen-year-old Damaris was far away, started once more on an anxious quest. She heard the loose shingle shift and rattle under Faircloth's feet as he swung down the near slope to the jetty. The sound pursued her, and again she was overtaken overwhelmed by foreboding and desire of flight.
Aunt Felicia had risen to the height of her capacity dear thing, had been exquisite; but she would obey orders rather than issue them. Her office was not to lead, but rather to be led. And that the events of yesterday opened a new phase of her own and Faircloth's relation to one another appeared beyond dispute.
Throughout their singular journey save for briefest question and answer about her well-being at the commencement of it the two had kept silence, as though conscious Faircloth's assertion of contentment struck a chord any resolution of which might imperil the simplicity of their relation. Thus far that relation showed a noble freedom from embarrassment.
And Faircloth's Inn, with the tarred wooden houses adjacent, was situated upon what, to all intents and purposes, might pass as an island since accessible only by boat or by an ancient paved causeway daily submerged at high tide.
They belonged to the deepest the most superb of life, this rent gorge, these mountains like Faircloth's letter. Would beautiful and noble sights, such as these, always in future give her an ache of longing for the writer of that letter, for the romance, the poetry, of the unacknowledged relation he bore to her?
That's often a good deal to do with these accidents. They met and, God help them, they loved." "No no " Damaris cried again. Yet she kept her hands on Faircloth's shoulders, clinging to him in the excessive travail of her innocent spirit though he racked her for sympathy and for help. "For whom, after all, did you take me?" he repeated.
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