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In truth, Malcolm's whole being was irradiated by the flash of inward peace that had visited him a statement intelligible and therefore credible enough to the mind accustomed to look over the battlements of the walls that clasp the fair windows of the senses. But Florimel's insight had reached its limit, and her judgment, vainly endeavouring to penetrate farther, fell floundering in the mud.
She turned and rode back, looking the other way as she passed Malcolm. When they reached the top of the heath, riding along to meet them came Liftore this time to Florimel's consolation and comfort: she did not like riding unprotected with a good angel at her heels. So glad was she that she did not even take the trouble to wonder how he had discovered the road she went.
One moment, and his honest heart recoiled from the thought: not even for Lady Florimel could he consent to be the son of that woman! Yet the thought, especially in Lady Florimel's presence, would return, would linger, would whisper, would tempt. In Florimel's mind also, a small demon of romance was at work.
"How long have you known this this painful indeed I must confess to finding it an awkward and embarrassing fact? I presume you do know it?" she said, coldly and searchingly. "My father confessed it on his deathbed." "Confessed!" echoed Florimel's pride, but she restrained her tongue. "It explains much," she said, with a sort of judicial relief. "There has been a great change upon you since then.
"Oh," said Tom, "I'll wipe it up;" and up he jumped to fetch something to wipe it with, and before I could see what he was about, what do you think he had done? He had seized my Lady Florimel's opera cloak, which was lying on a chair of course it shouldn't have been lying about, I know and scrubbed up the ink with it all in a minute.
Lively as any newborn butterfly, not like a butterfly's, flitting and hovering, was her flight, for still, like one that longed, she sped and strained and flew. The joy of bare life swelled in Florimel's bosom. She looked up, she looked around, she breathed deep.
As well counsel the child to give away the cake he would cry for with intensified selfishness the moment he had parted with it! Still, there was that in her feeling for Malcolm which rendered her doubtful in Florimel's presence. Between the grooms little passed. Griffith's contempt for Malcolm found its least offensive expression in silence, its most offensive in the shape of his countenance.
We really didn't know what to do to pass the time. I couldn't propose telling stories again, for we had had so much of them the day before. Racey, as usual, seemed content enough with his everlasting horses, but Tom got very tiresome. I was trying to make a new lining to Lady Florimel's opera cloak with a piece of silk I had found among my treasures.
The ladies were ushered in by Mr Marshal himself, to Clementina's disgust and Florimel's amusement, with much the same attention as his own shop walker would have shown to carriage customers How could a man who taught light and truth be found in such a mean entourage? But the setting was not the jewel. A real stone might be found in a copper ring.
Paul either, though he were sitting beside him in the flesh, to go and help any old washerwoman that wanted him." "Then I want him." "No, my lady, you don't want him." "How dare you say so?" "If you did, you would go to him." Florimel's eyes flashed, and her pretty lip curled.
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