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He tried to soothe her, regardless of the presence of the nurses. Laura, too, did not think of them. But when he put his arm round her, she withdrew herself in a restlessness that would not be controlled. "How strange how strange!" she repeated, as she looked down on the little blanched and stiffening face. Helbeck stooped and kissed the brow of the dead woman.
Helbeck, it is plain, can never win Laura, but can Laura ever hope to win Helbeck? One would have to answer with many distinctions. In the first place, much has been done already. The true Helbeck type is fast disappearing, buried or lost in inaccessible places like the fells of Westmoreland, or Breton castles, far from the highway of humanity's daily life. Had not Mrs.
I thought about it next day, all through a long railway journey from Kendal to London, and by the time I reached Euston the plot of Helbeck of Bannisdale was more or less clear to me. I confided it to Lord Acton a little while afterward. We discussed it, and he cordially encouraged me to work it out.
Once, when she had been chatting in the friendliest way with the Reverend Mother, she paused for a moment in the passage outside Augustina's room, amazed at herself. It was liberty, no doubt this strange and desolate liberty in which she stood, that made the contrast. By some obscure association she fell on the words that Helbeck had once quoted to her how differently!
Helbeck said when Laura told him of her wish to go and see her cousins? "I'll warrant he wasn't best pleased! Feyther couldn't abide him because of Teddy. He didn't thraw no stones that neet i' Whinthrupp Lane feyther was a strict man and read his Bible reg'lar but he stood wi' t' lads an looked on he didn't say owt to stop 'em. Mr. Helbeck called to him he had a priest with him 'Mr.
They are pleased to show the greatest anxiety about me so much so, that they most kindly wish to relieve me of the charge of Augustina. So I understand! But I fear I am neither docile nor grateful! that I never shall be grateful " Helbeck interrupted. "Let us come to that presently. I should like to finish my story.
Helbeck had hardly begun with that occasional timidity which sat so oddly on his dark and strong physique to speak to her of the two Sisters of Charity who had been his guests in the afternoon, when she abruptly discovered it was time to say good-night. She winced a little as she remembered the sudden stiffening of his look, the careless touch of his hand. The day was keen and clear.
The succession of thoughts and images never paused; and when I woke, or seemed to wake, I found myself bathed in sweat and nearly fainting." There was a dead silence. The scholastic began again, in still more rapid and troubled tones, to excuse himself. Mr. Helbeck might well think it presumption on his part to have repeated such a thing.
Then she hastily raised her handkerchief; a struggle passed over the face; she wiped away her tears, and threw back her head, with a sobbing breath and a little shake of the bright hair, like one who reproves herself. But she said nothing; and it was evident that she could say nothing without breaking down. Deeply touched, Helbeck unconsciously drew a little nearer to her.
"Eh?" said Reuben slowly. "Then yo'll be hevin cumpany, fer shure. Good-neet to ye, Misther Helbeck." But there was no great cordiality in his tone, and he touched his cap carelessly, without any sort of unction. The man's manner expressed familiarity of long habit, but little else. Helbeck turned into his own park.
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