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Updated: July 15, 2025
There a grey board fence took up the boundary and ran on, with a less definite markedness to the eye, until it skirted a rise far down the field and went on over the rise to lands unknown, at least to Lydia. "Farvie, come!" she cried. She pulled him down the crumbling steps to the soft sward and looked about her with a little murmured note of happy expectation.
"Come in here, lovey, and Anne'll sing 'Lord Rendal." "I mean," said Lydia, from her knees, "could anybody kiss me, except Farvie, and not have it like Farvie I mean have it terrible and I kiss him back and Anne, what would it mean?" "That's a nightmare," said Anne. "Now you've got all cool and waked up, you run back to bed, unless you'll get in here." Lydia put a fevered little hand upon her.
"I can't help it," said Lydia. "What does he want to act so for? Why does he talk about such places, as if anybody could be in them?" "Prisons?" "Yes. And talking about going West as if Farvie hadn't just lived to get him back. And about her as if she wasn't any different from what he expected and you couldn't ask her to be anything else." "But she's his wife," said Anne gently.
She had never heard an outbreak from courtly Farvie. "I wish I'd been more of a man." She did not understand him, and her eyes questioned whether he was ill. He read the query. That was it, he thought impotently. They had all three of them been possessed by that, the fear that he was going to be ill. "Yes," he said, "I wish I'd been more of a man. I should be more of a man now."
I'm sure you're inconceivably good to me." "I'd like to love people to death," said Lydia, with the fierceness of passion not yet named and recognised, but putting up its beautiful head now and then to look her remindingly in the eyes. "I'd like to love everybody. You first, Farvie, you and Anne. And Jeff. I'm going to love Jeff like a house-a-fire. He doesn't know what it is to have a sister.
"Do you realise, Miss Lydia, what amount it is Jeffrey would have to pay his creditors? Unless he went into the market again and had a run of unbroken luck and he's no capital to begin on it's a thing he simply couldn't do. And as to the market, God forbid that he should ever think of it." "Yes," said Anne fervently, "God forbid that. Farvie can't say enough against it."
Again Esther turned to Jeff and spoke his name, as if summoning him in a situation she could not, however courageous, meet alone. But Lydia had thought of something else. "I don't know what you can do to me," she said, "and I don't much care. Except for Farvie and Anne. But I know this.
She was going on with a perfect clarity of purpose. "Oh, you know, Jeff can do more for us than anybody else." "What do you want done for you?" he inquired. His habit of direct attack gave Lydia a shiver. She was sure people couldn't like it, and she was exceedingly anxious for him to be liked. Miss Amabel turned to Farvie. "You see," she said, "Addington is waking up.
She felt as if she were breaking something to Farvie and adjuring him to bear it. "Yes," said Jeffrey, in relief. "I've got to go alone." "My son " said the colonel and couldn't go on. Then he did manage. "Aren't we going to live together?" "Not yet," said Jeffrey. "Not yet."
The tears came rushing to their eyes, as they saw Farvie. He had laid aside all his gentle restraint, and put his shaking hands on Jeffrey's shoulders. And then he called him by the name he had been saying over in his heart for these last lean years: "My son! my son!" If they had kissed, Lydia would not have been surprised.
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