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But she asked, "Why are there red spots on her cheeks, then?" "Paint," he answered. "No," cried Grizel, rocking her arms, "it is not paint now. I thought it might be and I tried to rub it off while she was sleeping, but it will not come off. And when she coughs there is blood on her handkerchief." He looked alarmed now, and Grizel's fears came back.
"We could so easily pretend that it isn't." That was not what he said, though it was at his heart. He sat down, saying: "This is a terrible blow, but better you should tell it to me than leave me to find it out." He was determined to save the flag for Grizel, though he had to try all the Tommy ways, one by one. "Have I hurt you?" she asked anxiously. She could not bear to hurt him for a moment.
"You thought I was still afraid of you! Say it," said Grizel, stamping her foot. But he would not say it. It was not merely fear that he thought he had seen in her eyes, you remember. This was still his comfort, and, I suppose, it gave the touch of complacency to his face that made Grizel merciless. She did not mean to be merciless, but only to tell the truth.
What he meant was that she never looked quite so impudent as in her hood, and his vanity insisted that she should be armed to the teeth before they resumed hostilities. The red light was in his eyes as he drew her into the garden where Grizel lay. It was an evening without stars, but fair, sufficient wind to make her Ladyship cling haughtily to his arm as they turned corners.
Just before I called to you his face was all drawn up in pain." This made the sufferer wince. "That was another twinge," she said promptly. "What is to be done, Elspeth?" "I think I could carry him," suggested Corp, with a forward movement that made Tommy stamp his foot the wooden one. "I am all right," he told them testily, and looking uneasily at Grizel. "How brave of you to say so!" said she.
Oh, there are scores of things you do for her, and if you were to do them a little less willingly, in such a way as to show her that they interrupt your work and are a slight trial to you, I I am sure that would help!" "She would see through me, Grizel. Elspeth is sharper than you think her." "Not if you did it very skilfully."
It was making the usual fuss at having its clothes put on, and Grizel had to tell it frequently that of all the babies which shamed it now and again, but kept her so occupied that she forgot her mother.
Perhaps he really had loved her in the days when they both made believe that she was infantile; but soon she had shown with fatal clearness that she was not. Instead of needing to be taken care of, she had obviously wanted to take care of him: their positions were reversed. Perhaps, said Grizel to herself, I should have been a man.
"You don't follow him into the parlour?" asks Grizel, anxiously. "Follow whom?" Tommy replies severely. "I don't even know that he has gone to the parlour; now that I think of it, I have not even noticed that he has left the kitchen; nor has Aaron noticed it.
At those moments the essence of all that was characteristic and delicious about her seemed to have run to her mouth; so that to kiss Grizel on her crooked smile would have been to kiss the whole of her at once. She had a quaint way of nodding her head at you when she was talking. It made you forget what she was saying, though it was really meant to have precisely the opposite effect.
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