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The, in a sense, abnormal element in her relation to Faircloth darted down on her, so that she could not but remember how slight, after all, was her actual acquaintance with him, how seldom only thrice in point of fact had he and she had speech of one another. Upon Faircloth, Carteret's withdrawal also reacted, though with different effect.
Damaris let it lap against her consciousness, encircling, supporting this, as water laps, also encircling and supporting while caressing, mysteriously whispering against a boat's side a boat lying at its moorings, swinging gently upon an even keel. And her vision was of Faircloth, exclusively of him, just now. For he had stayed to luncheon yesterday.
She stood rigid, her expression reserved to blankness, but her head carried high. "Of course," she said, a little hoarsely, and waited. "Of course. How could I object? Wasn't it superfluous even to ask me? Your word, dearest, is law." "But in the present case hardly gospel?" "Yes gospel too since it is your word. Gospel, that is, for me. Let Darcy Faircloth bring his mother here by all means.
On the other side of the quay, meanwhile, in the brave dancing breeze and the sunshine, Darcy Faircloth stepped down on to the uneven paving just opposite to where the Forest Queen lay. Colonel Carteret followed and stood aside, leaving him to hand Damaris out of the open carriage.
It would be there all the time, and it would creep in between us between you and me and interfere in all my thinking about you." "It may very well do that in any case, my dear," he said. "No no," Damaris answered hotly, "not if I do right now right by both. For you must not entertain wrong ideas about him about Captain Faircloth I mean.
I will be quite plain with you. This episode which I do not attempt to explain or excuse took place, and ended, several years before I first met your mother. And it ended absolutely. Never, by either written or spoken word, have I held any communication with Lesbia Faircloth since. Never have I attempted to see her this in the interests of her reputation every bit as much as in those of my own.
That in speaking of money he was protecting himself, proudly self-guarding his own honour and that of his mother, Lesbia Faircloth, never, in her innocence of what is mean and mercenary, occurred to Damaris. So she took her hands off his shoulders and clasped them in her lap. Clasped them with all her poor strength, striving even in this extreme, to maintain some measure of calm and of dignity.
Hatch ingenious schemes and pretty plots in the style of dear Aunt Felicia almost! Was that lady's peace-making passion infectious, by chance? And supposing it were, hadn't it very charming and praiseworthy turns to it witness Felicia's rather noble gathering in and acceptance of Faircloth yesterday.
She looked long and curiously into her own eyes, "dear wonderful eyes," as Faircloth, her brother, so deliciously called them. And with that her mouth curved into a smile, sight of which brought recognition, new and very moving, of her own by no means inconsiderable beauty. She went red, and then white almost as her white nightdress and the white pillows behind her.
Our maiden slept, to dream not of ghostly ponies or other uncomfortably discarnate creatures; but of Darcy Faircloth in his pretty piece of Quixotism, rescuing a minister of the Church of England "as by law established" from heretical baptismal rites of total immersion. The picture had a rough side to it, and also a merry one; but, beyond these, generous dealing wholly delightful to her feeling.
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