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The very notion sets my blood boiling. You will make me hate you, you you unworthy creature!" Ginevra had turned white, but looking him straight in the face, she answered, "If that is a letter for me, you know I have not read it." "There! see for yourself. Poetry!" He uttered the word with contempt inexpressible. She took the verses from his hand and read them.
I had not seen her since that occasion when her claims were brought into comparison with those of Ginevra Fanshawe, and had so signally prevailed; she had much to tell me of her travels in the interval. A most animated, rapid speaker was she in such a tete-a- tete, a most lively describer; yet with her artless diction and clear soft voice, she never seemed to speak too fast or to say too much.
I had now no familiar demonstration to dread or endure, save from one quarter; and as that was English I could bear it. Ginevra Fanshawe made no scruple of at times catching me as I was crossing the carre, whirling me round in a compulsory waltz, and heartily enjoying the mental and physical discomfiture her proceeding induced. Ginevra Fanshawe it was who now broke in upon "my learned leisure."
He concluded that Ginevra would then see who it was that had really loved her, while his brother would mourn the rashness which made him pursue the destruction of a woman. "Guilty she is," thought he, "but no such guilt can deserve so cruel a punishment. Besides, I could not bear that she should die before me. She is still the woman I love, still the idol of my thoughts.
Ginevra, was satisfied when she saw the gamekeeper with her, and they set out, as fast as they could go, ascending the mountain, Gibbie eager to have her in warmth and safety before it was dark. Both burns were now between them and the cottage, which greatly added to their difficulties.
Ginevra, I am going away, never to return," cried the poor girl, sadly. "You mean to leave Monsieur Servin!" exclaimed Ginevra, less affected, however, by this news than she would have been a month earlier. "Haven't you noticed, Ginevra, that for some days past you and I have been alone in the studio?" "True," said Ginevra, as if struck by a sudden recollection.
Ginevra told her everything except that her father had struck her, and Gibbie begged her to keep his wife for him till they could be married. Mrs. Sclater behaved like a mother to them, sent Gibbie away, and Ginevra to a hot bath and to bed. Gibbie went home as if Pearl-street had been the stairs of Glashgar, and the Auld Hoose a mansion in the heavens.
Just as the stroke fell, marking him from the nape all down the spine, so that he now bore upon his back in red the sign the ass carries in black, a piercing shriek assailed Angus's ears, and his arm, which had mechanically raised itself for a third blow, hung arrested. The same moment, in at the coach-house door shot Ginevra, as white as Gibbie.
"It does not depend on me to love, or not to love," replied Ginevra, still gently. "I flattered myself," continued her father, "that my Ginevra would be faithful to me until I died; and that my love and that of her mother would suffice her till then; I did not expect that our tenderness would find a rival in her soul, and " "Did I ever reproach you for your fanaticism for Napoleon?" said Ginevra.
On the fourth day, the rain, which had been coming and going, finally cleared off, the sun was again glorious, and the farmers began to hope a little for the drying and ripening of some portion of their crops. Then first Ginevra asked Gibbie to take her down to Glashruach; she wanted to see the ruin they had described to her.
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