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Updated: June 1, 2025
And instead there was a horrible aching void. For the whole afternoon and evening, and for the following forenoon, poor Lilla's loneliness grew to be a positive agony. For the first time she began to realise the sense of her loss, as though all the previous suffering had been merely a preparation. Everything she looked at, everything she remembered or thought of, became laden with poignant memory.
Lilla's spirits harmonized not as they generally did with the calm beauty of nature around her. Anxious and sorrowful, her tears more than once fell slowly and unheeded on her work; but little improvement had taken place in her father's temper.
Lilla's face crimsoned as she bent over her work, while a few minutes after she rose and whispered to Mrs Landell. "You must excuse me, Harry," said my aunt, rising. "Lilla is unwell; the shock has been too much for her."
But one saw no faces except those of the monkeys. They camped in a glade beside a spring. The drums filled the night with their throbbing, which seemed part of the throbbing in Lilla's feverish head. The askaris kept double guard; but at dawn eleven of the porters were missing.
In a striped woolen sports suit, a felt hat turned over one ear and a walking stick in her hand, Fanny Brassfield presented herself at Lilla's bedside while the garden was still full of mist. She prescribed, on this occasion, a walk before breakfast. They trudged through bypaths where the bushes were gemmed with dew.
Hamilton had been made known to her by Emmeline, she had not written again on the subject, but yet Ellen was not deceived; in every letter she received she could easily penetrate where Lilla's anxious thoughts were wandering. Of Cecil Grahame there were still no tidings, and, all circumstances considered, it did not seem strange she should often be sorrowful and anxious.
It was easy to prove to him such was very far from her meaning. She spoke more openly on the character of Lilla than she had yet done, for she thought their long years of intimacy demanded candour on her part; and each year, while it increased the evil of Lilla's present situation heightened her earnest desire to draw the father and child more closely together.
I was surprised to see them assembled at so late an hour, but taking no notice, I went up and shook hands. "Well, Harry," said my uncle sadly; "had enough of exploring yet?" "Quite, Uncle," I said. "I have finished now." He looked up at me for a moment, and then fell to stroking Lilla's golden hair.
His faded coat was wrinkled round the neck; his collar was split at the folds; and a faint smell of iodoform mingled with Lilla's perfume, which a Viennese artist in odors had concocted especially to "match her temperament." "One time in Nyasaland " "Not the jungles!" she protested, flinching back. "The desert, then?" he ventured.
Before I could prevent her the enthusiastic woman had seized my hand and kissed it. Then she lifted her head with the proud free-born dignity of a Roman matron; her broad bosom heaved, and her strong voice quivered with suppressed emotion. "I thank you, signor," she said, simply, "for Lilla's sake!
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