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Then the two fell into a clinging embrace, and Gwendolen could not hinder a rising sob when she said, "I wish you were going with me, mamma." But the slight dew on her long eyelashes only made her the more charming when she gave her hand to Grandcourt to be led to the carriage.
Not so Gwendolen's mother, who now thought that she saw an explanation of much that had been enigmatic in her child's conduct and words before and after her engagement, concluding that in some inconceivable way Gwendolen had been informed of this left-handed marriage and the existence of the children.
"I wish I were like her," said Gwendolen. "Why? Are you getting discontented with yourself, Gwen?" "No; but I am discontented with things. She seems contented." "I am sure you ought to be satisfied to-day. You must have enjoyed the shooting. I saw you did."
But Gwendolen did not make Deronda's acquaintance on this occasion. Mr. Vandernoodt did not succeed in bringing him up to her that evening, and when she re-entered her own room she found a letter recalling her home. This man contrives a secret 'twixt us two, That he may quell me with his meeting eyes Like one who quells a lioness at bay. This was the letter Gwendolen found on her table:
Davilow colored deeply, a slight convulsive movement passed over her face, and straightway shutting up the memorials she said, with a violence quite unusual in her "You have no feeling, child!" Gwendolen, who was fond of her mamma, felt hurt and ashamed, and had never since dared to ask a question about her father.
Davilow looked up in wonderment, but Gwendolen implied her wish not to be questioned further by saying "Put down that detestable needle-work, and let us walk in the avenue. I am stifled." Desire has trimmed the sails, and Circumstance Brings but the breeze to fill them.
I never see a time-table now but I think of her expression as she stood there looking up as if her mind were fixed on what she probably did not see at all. "Last Wednesday no, it was on the Wednesday preceding I was taking a ride with Gwendolen on one of the side roads branching off toward Fordham.
If I foresaw ... anything within the next twelve hours, I would stay on to see your ladyship through. But there is nothing to go by. Quite impossible to predict!" "Why do you say 'to see me through'? Why not her sister and daughter?" "Because they are her sister and daughter. It's all in their day's work. Good-night, Lady Gwendolen."
Gwendolen had looked forward to this occasion as one on which she was sure to meet Deronda, and she had been meditating how to put a question to him which, without containing a word that she would feel a dislike to utter, would yet be explicit enough for him to understand it.
They both said, "How do you do?" quite curtly; and Gwendolen, instead of sitting down, moved to a little distance, resting her arms slightly on the tall back of a chair, while Deronda stood where he was, both feeling it difficult to say any more, though the preoccupation in his mind could hardly have been more remote than it was from Gwendolen's conception.
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