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You haven't seen one of Ally's babies." "I can't, Gwenda. I must think of the children. I can't let them grow up with little Greatorexes. There are three of them, aren't there?" "Didn't you know there's been another?" "Steven did tell me. She had rather a bad time, hadn't she?" "She had. Molly it wouldn't do you any harm now to go and see her. I think it's horrid of you not to.
"You mustn't keep on bothering about what I said." "It isn't what you said. It's what is. It's this place. We're all tied up together in it, tight. We can't get away from each other. It isn't as if I could leave. I'm stuck here with Papa." "My dear Gwenda, did I ever say you ought to leave?" "No. You said you ought. It's the same thing." "It isn't. And I don't say it now.
An English girl would probably have spoken out at once with the splendid honesty characteristic of her nation, but Gwenda, being a thorough Welshwoman, acted differently.
Pommy word I think Gwenda owes her life to you. I shall never forget that, you know." "Well, you must give me a fuller account of that affair some day," said Dr. Owen. "You are come just in time, Will. Colonel Vaughan suggests that a break in those woods, so as to show the river, would be an improvement, and I think I agree with him. What do you say to the idea?"
Early in the spring their wedding took place in London, and when one morning Morva brought from Pont-y-fro post office a packet for Ebben Owens containing a wedge of wedding cake and cards, he evinced some show of interest. On the box was written in Gwenda's pretty firm writing, "With love to Garthowen, from William and Gwenda Owen." Ebben rubbed his knees with satisfaction.
She lowered them and waited for the silken sound that should have told her that he had turned a page. And all the time she kept on saying to herself, "He was thinking about Gwenda. He's sorry for Alice because of Gwenda, not because of me. It isn't my people that he's good to." The thought went round and round in Mary's mind, troubling its tranquillity.
We shall have a day with the otter hounds. Colonel Vaughan and Miss Gwenda are coming too, did I tell you?" "No," said Will, "I did not know that. Do they often stay with you?" "No, they have never been here before. They were dining at the Trevors. I included them in the invitation, and they promised to come. Miss Gwenda is a great favourite of mine, and of yours, Will, eh? Am I right?"
He had thought that in his wisdom he had saved Alice by shutting her up in Garthdale. He had thought that she was safe at choir-practice with Jim Greatorex. He had thought that Mary was devoted to him and that Gwenda was capable of all disobedience and all iniquity. She had gone away and he had forbidden her to come back again. He had also forbidden Greatorex to enter his house.
And she enclosed a five-pound note; for she was a generous soul. On Monday Gwenda told Peacock the carrier to bring her a Bradshaw from Reyburn. She then considered how she was to account to her family for her departure. She decided that she would tell Mary first. And she might as well tell her the truth while she was about it, since, if she didn't, Mary would be sure to find it out.
For Rowcliffe's wife's mind was closed to this knowledge by a certain sensual assurance. When all was said and done, it was she and not Gwenda who was Rowcliffe's wife. And she had other grounds for complacency. Her sister, a solitary Miss Cartaret, stowed away in Garth Vicarage, was of no account. She didn't matter. And as Mary Cartaret Mary would have mattered even less.
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