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You believe that that Godolphin does not repay the affection you have borne him: do not be angry, dear Lady Erpingham; I feel it indelicate in me to approach that subject, but my regard for you emboldens me. I know Godolphin's heart; he may seem light, neglectful, but he loves you as deeply as ever; he loves you entirely."
Miss Vernon is not born to marry for love in a cottage, is she?" Constance sighed. That soft, low tone thrilled to Godolphin's very heart. He bent forward: he held his breath: he thirsted for her voice; for some tone, some word in answer; it came not at that moment. "You remember," renewed the earl, "you remember Miss L ? no: she was before your time.
Godolphin's life, I never had courage to visit what, to me, would have been a melancholy scene now, the pain would be somewhat less; and since you wish it, suppose we drive over and visit the ruins to-morrow? It is the regular day for seeing them, by the by." "Not, dear Lady Erpingham, if it give you the least "
For some weeks not a word that alluded to the Siren's Cave was uttered by either; but when that allusion came at last from Godolphin's lips, the next moment he was kneeling beside Constance, her hand surrendered to his, and her proud cheek all bathed in the blushes of sixteen. "And so," said Saville, "you, Percy Godolphin, are at last the accepted lover of Constance, Countess of Erpingham.
In silence, and unconsciously, the strange and solitary spirit of the mystic had passed from its home in what exact instant of time, or by what last contest of nature, was not known. Let us pass over Godolphin's most painful task.
Her heart was wholly Godolphin's; her mind was generous, sympathising, lofty; her person unrivalled in the majesty of its loveliness; all these, too, were Godolphin's, and yet the eternal something was wanting still. "I have brought you your hat, Percy," said Constance; "you forget the dews are falling fast, and your head is uncovered."
Author!" and a messenger appeared in the box where the Maxwells sat and begged the author, in Godolphin's name, to come behind at once.
Saville, the most seductive of tutors Saville who, in his wit; his bon ton, his control over the great world, seemed as a god to all less elevated and less aspiring, Saville was Godolphin's constant companion; and Saville was worse than a profligate he was a gambler!
She pressed Godolphin's hand in hers, and when he returned the pressure, she threw herself on his neck, and burst into tears. Godolphin was alarmed; he covered her cheek with kisses, he sought the cause of her emotion.
"So, then," said Lucilla, after a pause, "it is Percy Godolphin's wife; his English wife, who has come to gaze on the fallen, the degraded Lucilla; and yet," sinking her voice into a tone of ineffable and plaintive sweetness "yet I have slept on his bosom, and been dear and sacred to him as thou! Go, proud lady, go! leave me to my mad, and sunken, and solitary state. Go!"
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