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"He said she was a 'woman, and was as polite is if paying homage to universal womanhood." "I think," said De Forrest, satirically, "that Mr. Hemstead might have found a better, if not a larger type of 'universal womanhood' to whom he could have paid his homage. I was not aware that he regarded bulk as the most admirable quality in woman. Well, he does not take a narrow view of the sex.
When Hemstead again saw her it was with a great dread in his heart, and his tones were grave and almost stern. "O h h, you found out another meaning, did you?" said Mr. Dimmerly, looking both kindly and quizzically over his spectacles at his nephew. "Well, uncle, to tell you the truth I hardly understand myself.
The sorrowful and suffering days of the future threw back their shadows upon her, and her heart sank at their prospect; and with the certainty of intuition she recognized the answering truth, and felt that she would indeed be glad to cling to One who had the right and power to utter such tender, reassuring words as Hemstead had quoted. Of all spells, that of truth is the strongest.
Bel was startled at the pallor of Lottie's face as she entered the room, and rose hastily to offer assistance, but Lottie motioned her away. Without a word she threw herself upon the bed and signified her grief and despair by an act as old as the oldest records of humanity, she "turned her face to the wall." Bel knew that Mrs. Marchmont had "spoken plainly," and she had seen Hemstead drive away.
At last the sound of mirth and laughter ceased, and the house became quiet. Lottie sat warming her feet at the glowing coals in her room, before retiring. A dreamy smile played upon her face, coming and going with passing thoughts, even as the firelight flickered upon it. She was in an unusually amiable mood, for this affair with Hemstead promised richly.
And he turned, passed by himself out of the ring of the firelight, and stood gazing seaward. His speech and his departure extinguished instantly those sparks of better humour kindled by the dinner and the chest. The group fell again to an ill-favoured silence, and Hemstead began to touch the banjo, as was his habit of an evening.
Her greeting of De Forrest was most kindly, and he seemed greatly reassured. and brightened up instantly. But Lottie's face did not lose its deep dejection. To the others she appeared to take very little notice of Hemstead; but he thought that he observed her eyes furtively seeking his face, with a questioning expression.
Then she began to turn the leaves back and forth to find places where Jesus showed kindness and forgave, and she soon found that this was His life, His work in which He never wearied, kindness to all, forgiveness for all. Then the thought stole into her heart, like the dove bringing the "olive leaf" from across a dreary waste, "If Mr. Hemstead is like his Master he will forgive me."
But Lottie took it as much to heart as if he had purposely neglected to speak to her. And when, a little later, Mr. Dimmerly commenced a formal eulogy, Hemstead with an expression of intense annoyance raised his hand deprecatingly, and pleaded that no one would speak again of what he had done, she feared that all the glowing words she meant to say would be unwelcome after all.
"I think it's the true way." "Perhaps it is. Human nature has its good side if one can only find it, but I'm satisfied that it won't drive well." "I think work among such people the most hopeless and discouraging thing in the world," said Mrs. Marchmont, yawning. "It doesn't seem to me so, aunt," said Hemstead.
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