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But in that pause our maiden's scattered wits very effectually returned to her. "With Darcy Faircloth?" she said. And as Charles Verity bowed his head in assent "Yes, I should have told you already but but for all which has happened. He was here the day before yesterday. He came home from church with me. That was my doing, not his, to begin with.
And then "Is Miss Verity right in supposing Captain Faircloth called here this morning?" "I beg your pardon, Sir Charles. Yes, Sir Charles, he did." "What did he want?" "He came to enquire after Miss Damaris, Sir Charles. I understood him to say he was going away to sea shortly." "Did he ask for me?"
This intimate intercourse, alike in its simple directness and its novelty, began to wear on her to the point of physical distress. She felt tremulous and faint. Not that Faircloth jarred upon or was distasteful to her. Far from that. His youth and health, the unspoiled vigour and force of him, captivated her imagination.
But it's just the penalty that is bound to be paid, and which it is useless to ignore or lie to ourselves about. So I shall never come, unless he Sir Charles sends for me as he did to-day, or unless you send. Only remember your picture will never leave me. I have it safe and sound" Faircloth smiled at her. "It will be with me just as actually and ineffaceably as this is with me."
Why should not Faircloth, in future, come and go, if not as an acknowledged son, yet as acknowledged and welcome friend, of the house? A consummation this, to her, delightful and reasonable as just.
Unless" with an upward look of returning intelligence "but that ain't very likely either unless it should be Darcy Faircloth. I'd clean forgot him, so I had. Cap'en Faircloth, as some is so busy calling 'im, now, in season and out of season till it's fairly fit to make you laugh. Remarkable tall, Johnny-head-in-air young feller with a curly yaller beard to him." "That's the man!" Tom exclaimed.
For I hold one should leave one's body as it pleased the Almighty to make it, unblemished by semi-savage decorations which won't wash off." Faircloth moved away, drew his chair up nearer the head of the table, the corner between them, so that his hand could if desire prompted again find hers. "By the way, I'm so glad you don't wear ear-rings, Damaris," he said.
Fix them for remembrance and for a warning of which I could never get free. Always I should be forced to see it. And others must see it too. Through it my identity short of mutilation was indestructibly established. From that identity, henceforward, there wasn't any possible running away." Faircloth had ended on a note of exultation, calmly sounded yet profound.
Then the Devil, no doubt, flicking him, he let go restraint, disobeyed his own orders, raised his head, and looking at her as in the enfolding obscurity she leaned over him, said: "And, if it comes to that, who in all the round world has a better right than I, your brother, to kiss your feet?" For some, to him, intolerable and interminable seconds, Faircloth waited after he had shot his bolt.
And meditating, in the softly bright May weather beneath those high forget-me-not blue skies, upon his defection, our maiden felt quite desperately experienced and grown up, thrown back upon her own resources, thrown in upon her rather solitary life. Throughout the summer visitors came and went; but never those two desired figures, Faircloth or Carteret. Dr.
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