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Glynde had been going about the world with a bright red patch on either cheek; and it would seem that on the third day, namely, the Sunday, things came to a crisis in her disturbed mind.
Glynde nor Providence could have chosen a better companion for Dora at this time than Edith Mazerod. There was a breezy simplicity about this young lady's view of life which seemed to have the power of simplifying life itself. There are some people like this to whom is vouchsafed a limited comprehension of evil and an unlimited belief in good.
Glynde was pale, with two scarlet patches. Dora collected her belongings, preparatory to going to bed. "Jem," she said quietly, "is absurdly proud of his new honours. It affects his chin, which has gone up exactly one inch." Then she went to bed. The more a man has in himself, the less he will want from other people. "Here hi!"
He came thundering down, half London weltering behind him, across the Weald, and Henry, wheeling to meet him, came upon the 12th of May up the vale of Glynde and occupied Lewes. On the following day Simon appeared at Fletching in the vale of the Weald, some nine miles north of Lewes; there he encamped.
Glynde was not competent to carry out the duties thus suddenly thrust upon him. Wrapped up as was her heart in the welfare of her weakling son, the one lasting motive of her life had been to secure for him the largest possible portion of earthly goods.
He felt as if he had been found walking in a holy place with shoes upon his feet those gross shoes of Self with which most of us tramp through the world, not heeding where we tread or what we crush. One of the hardest things we have to bear is the helpless standing by while one dear to us must suffer. When Mrs. Glynde turned round and came towards her husband she had become an old woman.
There was a short silence, during which Mrs, Glynde sought to propitiate her angered spouse with sodden toast and a second brew of tea. "I always said," observed the Rector at last, "that your cousin was a fool." And in some indefinite way Mrs. Glynde felt that she was once more responsible. Shall I forget on this side of the grave? I promise nothing; you must wait and see.
Dora Glynde was rather a solitary-minded young person. The only child of elderly parents, she had never learnt in the nursery to indulge in the indiscretions of confiding girlhood. She had the good fortune to be without a bosom-friend who related her most sacred secrets to other bosom friends and so on, as is the way of maidens.
Unless you actually despise or hate a man, you may come to care for him." "And in the meantime the position and the advantages mentioned are worth seizing?" "So says the world," admitted Mr. Glynde. "And what says the parson?" She went to him and laid her two arms upon his broad chest, standing behind him as he sat in his arm-chair and looking down affectionately upon his averted face.
An extension may be made to Saxon Down, a glorious expanse of wind-swept hill; and farther on to the conical Mount Caburn, with magnificent marine views; from this point a descent may be made to Glynde, which will be described presently.
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