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Updated: June 13, 2025
Though it was a pity dear Kirsteen did expose her neck and arms so that they had got quite brown, a pity that she never went to church and had brought up the dear children not to go, and to have ideas that were not quite right about 'the Land, still she was emphatically a lady, and devoted to dear Tod, and very good.
Nedda raised her head, stared up at her aunt, and a delighted smile spread over her face. "Is it time again? How lovely!" Then, before either could speak or stop her, she was gone. "She is more in love," Kirsteen murmured, "than I ever saw a girl of her age." "She is more in love," Felix answered, "than is good to see." "She is not truer than Derek is."
Then, and only then, she whispered: "How long before he ?" Kirsteen shook her head; and, slipping her arm round the girl, murmured: "Courage, Nedda!" The girl felt fear and love rush up desperately to overwhelm her. She choked them back, and said quite quietly: "I will. I promise. Only let me help nurse him!" Kirsteen nodded. And they sat down to wait.
In this way, pointing out the beauty of each feature of the scenery, and not permitting herself or Nedda to think about the bag, they drove until they came to Joyfields. Kirsteen alone was in, and, having sent Nedda into the orchard to look for her uncle, Frances Freeland came at once to the point. It was so important, she thought, that darling Nedda should see more of dear Derek.
Now look at yourself!" And from the recesses of her pocket she produced a little mirror. "I'm sure Tod will simply love it like that. It'll be such a nice change for him." Kirsteen, with just a faint wrinkling of her lips and eyebrows, waited till she had finished. Then she said: "Yes, Mother, dear, I'm sure he will," and replaced the fillet.
Stop that awful haunting and keep him from all this!" Kirsteen had listened, with one foot on the hearth in her favorite attitude. When the girl had finished she said quietly: "I'm not a witch, Nedda!" "But if it wasn't for you he would never have started. And now that poor Tryst's dead he would leave it alone. I'm sure only you can make him lose that haunted feeling." Kirsteen shook her head.
When, like me, you have an open wound, which something is always inflaming, you can't wonder, can you, that fever escapes into the air. Derek may have caught the infection of my fever that's all! But I shall never lose that fever, Nedda never!" "But, Aunt Kirsteen, this haunting is dreadful. I can't bear to see it." "My dear, Derek is very highly strung, and he's been ill.
They had that curious look of people not quite knowing what their reception will be like, yet with something resolute, almost portentous, in their mien. She saw John go up to her aunt and hold out his hand. "I dare say Felix and Nedda have told you about yesterday," he said. "Stanley and I thought it best to come over." Kirsteen answered: "Tod, will you tell Mother who's here?"
In the brick-floored kitchen Derek was striding up and down; while around him, in an equilateral triangle, stood the three women, Sheila at the window, Kirsteen by the open hearth, Nedda against the wall opposite. Derek exclaimed at once: "Why did you let them, Father? Why didn't you refuse to give him up?" Felix looked at his brother.
Never dilatory in forming resolutions, she decided to take the girl over with her on the morrow. Kirsteen had a dear little spare room, and Nedda should take her bag. It would be a nice surprise for them all.
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