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After half an hour's fruitless conversation, Father Leadham had been betrayed into an expression hardly that a shade of expression, which had set the girl's nature aflame. What it meant was, "So this is your answer to the chivalry of Mr. Helbeck's behaviour to the delicacy which could go to such lengths in protecting a young lady from her own folly?"
Helbeck's glance enveloped her took in the contrast between her violent words and the shrinking delicacy of her small form. A great melting stole over the man's dark face. But he spoke dryly enough. "I imagine the standards of Protestants and Catholics are pretty much alike in matters of this kind. But don't let us waste time any more over what has already happened.
Denton standing by. The first things she saw were the old peasant's closed eyes and pallid face then Helbeck's grave and puzzled countenance above him. The Squire turned at Miss Fountain's step. Did she imagine it or was there a peculiar sharpness in his swift glance? Mrs.
"I have been reading a French story this morning," she said quickly. "There is a character in it a priest. The author says of him that he had 'une imagination faussee et troublee." She paused, then added with great vivacity "I thought it applied to someone else don't you?" The fold in Helbeck's forehead deepened a little. "Have you judged him already?
She had never once asked to see any portion of that correspondence which Helbeck had been carrying on for weeks with Father Leadham, persuaded though she was, from its effects on Helbeck's moods and actions, that it was wholly concerned with their engagement, and with the problems and difficulties it presented from the Catholic point of view.
It was not wonderful, then, that the Jesuits should be glad to do such a man a service; and no service could have been greater in Helbeck's eyes than a visit from a priest of their order during these weeks of emotion and of penance. Every day Mass was said in the little chapel; every evening a small flock gathered to Litany or Benediction.
Helbeck just got into the old mill by the bridge in time, but they'd marked his face for him all the same." "Ah!" said Laura, staring into the fire. She had just remembered a dark scar on Mr. Helbeck's forehead, under the strong ripples of black hair. "Go on do!" "Oh! afterwards there was a lot of men bound over father among 'em. There was a priest with Mr.
It was the old library of the house, and the Helbecks in their palmiest days had never been a literary race. There was a little seventeenth century theology; and a few English classics. There were the French books of Helbeck's grandmother "Madame," as she was always known at Bannisdale; and amongst them the worn brown volumes of St.
Then, with absolute self-possession, she turned and confronted him, one hand resting on the glass case. "Yes; I can explain it all. I was the ghost!" There was a moment's silence. A smile a smile that she winced under, showed itself on Helbeck's lip. "I imagined as much," he said quietly. She stood there, torn by different impulses.
Before her spread the silver-river, running to lose itself in the rocky bosom of that towering scar which closed the distance, whereon, too, all the wealth of the woods on either hand converged the woods that hid the outer country, and all that was not Bannisdale and Helbeck's. To-day, however, Laura felt no young passion of pleasure in the beauty at her feet.
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