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She trembled before the pale concentration of his face and bent her head. "I will tell you," he said in a low determined voice, "the only story that a man truly knows the story of his own soul. You shall know what you hate." And, after a pause of thought, Helbeck made one of the great efforts of his life.
And the difficulty is, what is she to do? If she goes to Bannisdale, she exiles Mr. Helbeck. Yet, if his sister is really in danger, Mr. Helbeck naturally will desire to be at home." "And they can't meet?" "Under the same roof and the old conditions? Heaven forbid!" said Mrs. Friedland.
But there was something so brilliant in the hair, so fawnlike in the carriage of the head, that she seemed to Helbeck to be all elegance; had he been asked to describe her, he would have said she was in grande toilette. Little as he spoke to her, he found himself perpetually conscious of her. Her evident childishly evident dislike of her new surroundings half amused, half embarrassed him.
Helbeck to Father Leadham on the subject of a ghost story that had sprung up during the Squire's memory in connection with the park and the house a quite modern story, according to Helbeck, turning on the common motive of a gypsy woman and her curse, started some forty years before this date, with a local success not a little offensive, apparently, to the owner of Bannisdale.
As to the story of young Williams it was very perplexing she would get the truth of it out of Augustina. But it was extraordinary that it should be so well known in this upland farm that it should make a kind of link a link of hatred between Mr. Helbeck and the Masons. After her movement of wild sympathy with Mrs.
Helbeck who got it hot too that old chap Bowles I dare say you've seen him. Aye, he's a snake, is Helbeck!" the young man repeated. Then he reddened still more deeply, and added with vindictive emphasis "and an interfering, hypocritical, canting sort of party into t' bargain. He'd like to lord it over everybody aboot here, if he was let. But he's as poor as a church rat who minds him?"
I never debated religious subjects with him at all, till the night when he took refuge with me after his father had thrashed him so cruelly that he could not stand. Grace taught him, not I." "Grace taught him, but through you," said the priest with quiet emphasis. "Perhaps I know more about that than you do." Helbeck flushed. "I think you are mistaken.
When Helbeck was there conversation arose into which she was often drawn. And out of a real wish to please Helbeck, she would silence her own resentments, and force herself to be friendly.
And so, sighing and praying, she fell asleep. After supper Helbeck was in the hall smoking. He was half abashed that he should find so much comfort in his pipe, and that he should dread so much the prospect of giving it up. His thoughts, however, were black enough black as the windy darkness outside. A step on the stairs at which his breath leapt.
She was silent for a few more steps, then she said: "I quite understand, Mr. Helbeck, that you do not approve of my going. But I must judge for myself. The Masons are my own people. I am sorry they should have Well I don't understand but it seems you have reason to think badly of them." "Not of them," he said with emphasis. "Of my cousin Hubert, then?" He made no answer.
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