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A sentimental pair likewise, if you please; but these were sentimentalists who served an active deity; and not that arbitrary protection of a subtle selfishness which rules the fairer portion of our fat England. "My brother tells me it is your wish to see Mr. Wilfrid Pole." Emilia's "Yes" came faintly in answer to Georgiana's cold accents.
He will not keep the wind away any longer; we shall change him into a kettle of lye with which to whiten our floors." What Georgiana's reply could have been I do not know, for at that moment Mrs. Walters flitted in. "I saw through the windows that you had a fire," she said, volubly, "and ran over to get warm. And, oh! yes, I wanted to tell you " "Stop, please, Mrs. Walters!"
At last a morning came with no Brookfield letter for either of them. The letters stopped from that time. It was almost as if a great buzzing had ceased in Emilia's ears, and she now heard her own sensations clearly. To Georgiana's surprise, she manifested no apprehension or regret.
Jefferson's maturer personality, his brown eyes keenly intent, his face lighted with enjoyment, his occasional comments on Georgiana's adventures flashing with a dry humour which matched hers and sometimes quite outdid it. To Jeannette they were all an engrossing study. As for herself
Both laughed in spite of Jeannette's earnestness, for the words brought back vivid memories of the wild sport of the afternoon. Then Georgiana's ready brain leaped to the inevitable corollary: "Ah, but there'd be sure to be a man ready to dash into your fort and make your snowballs for you!" "I'm not so sure." "I am."
But it is Georgiana's fault." "Did she tell you to come?" "No; but she didn't keep me from coming. Whenever any one of us does anything improper we always say to each other, 'It's Georgiana's fault. She ought not to have taught us to be so simple and unconventional." "And is she the family governess?" "She governs the family.
"Then why did you take me from my mother's side? You cannot love what shocks you!" To explain this conversation, it must be mentioned that in the centre of Georgiana's left cheek there was a singular mark, deeply interwoven, as it were, with the texture and substance of her face.
Nevertheless, she exhibited none on entering the house, and returned Georgiana's embrace with what strength was left to her.
Aylmer was pale; but it seemed rather the consequence of a highly wrought state of mind and tension of spirit than of fear or doubt. "The concoction of the draught has been perfect," said he, in answer to Georgiana's look. "Unless all my science have deceived me, it cannot fail."
He let her sob. In the end she struggled to speak. "Oh! can it be permitted? Oh! can we not save her? Oh, poor soul! my sister! Is she blind to her lover in heaven?" Georgiana's face was dyed with shame. "We must put these things by," said Merthyr. "Go to Emilia presently, and tell her settle with her as you think fitting, how she shall see this Wilfrid Pole.
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