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Updated: June 6, 2025
For, just as certainly as Damaris' fair body leaned from the open window, so certainly did her fair soul or to try a closer and more scientific definition her living consciousness, stand in the captain's cabin of the ocean-bound tramp, making Darcy Faircloth turn smiling in his sleep, he having vision and glad sense of her which stayed by him, tempering his humour to a peculiar serenity throughout the ensuing day.
She is safe to have rivals and successors in plenty unless, of course, by some ugly turn of luck, she and I go to the bottom in company." Faircloth broke off. A little sound, a little gesture of protest and distress, making him straighten himself up and turn quickly, his eyes alight with enquiry and laughter.
"Ah! you beautiful dear, you beautiful dear," Faircloth cried, brokenly, as in pain, somewhat indeed beside himself. "Before God, I come near blessing that blatant young fool and pharisee of a parson since he has brought me to this."
She put her hands over her eyes, shrinking, frightened. Was it possible she loved Darcy Faircloth best? A knocking. Damaris slipped the letter into the pocket of her dress, and rising crossed the room and opened the door. Hordle stood in the pale spacious corridor without. He presented Marshall Wace's card. The gentleman, he said rather huffily, had called, bringing a message from Mrs.
"Faircloth? Of course, his name is Faircloth." he repeated absently. "Yes, of course." But whatever the nature of the weakness assailing him, it soon, apparently, passed. He stood upright, his face, perhaps, a shade more colourless and lean, but in expression fully as arrogant and formidably calm as before. "Very well, Miss Bilson," he began.
"You have compounded a felony and done all that lay in your power to undermine my authority with my parishioners. Fortunately I retain the boys' names and can make further enquiries. This, however, by no means relieves you of the charge of having behaved with reprehensible levity both towards my office and myself." "No no," Faircloth returned, goodnaturedly.
It lightened her heart. It dispelled her fatigue which throughout the afternoon had been, probably, more of the moral than bodily sort. Her soul no longer beat its wings against iron bars, fluttered in the meshes of a net; but looked forth shy yet serene, accepting the position in which it found itself. For Faircloth inspired her with deepening faith.
And to defile any man's god however trumpery unless you're amazingly sure you've a better one to offer him in place of it is to sin against the Holy Ghost." Faircloth rose to his feet. "Time's up" he said. "I must go. Here is farewell to the most beautiful day of my life. But see, Damaris" And he knelt down, in front of her.
Nor did Darcy Faircloth figure in Deadham's record funeral gathering. Upon the day preceding it, having watched by Charles Verity's corpse during the previous night, he judged it well to take his new command a fine, five-thousand-ton steamer, carrying limited number of passengers as well as cargo, and trading from Tilbury to the far East and to Japan, via the Cape.
Would satisfaction outweigh offence, or offence satisfaction, on the part of Miss Damaris? You could not be sure how she'd take things quite. And yet she ought to know, for the affair certainly placed Captain Faircloth in a pleasant light. Only one who was every inch a gentleman would behave so handsomely as he had.
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