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"Thine, thine, Godolphin!" she shrieked forth, pointing to the lonely orb; "it summons thee; farewell, but not for long!" The Moor rushed forward with a loud cry; she placed her hand on Lucilla's bosom; the heart was still, the breath was gone, the fire had vanished from the ashes: that strange unearthly spirit was perhaps with the stars for whose mysteries it had so vainly yearned.
She struck the first chords on the piano, with an obstinate frown on her pretty brow. Our little evening concert began. Nugent puzzles Madame Pratolungo I WAS far from sharing Lucilla's opinion of Nugent Dubourg. His enormous self-confidence was, to my mind, too amusing to be in the least offensive. I liked the spirit and gaiety of the young fellow.
"Thou art a little fool," said Godolphin, kindly, and he kissed away the storm. And this was ever an easy matter. There was nothing unfeminine or sullen in Lucilla's irregulated moods; a kind word a kind caress allayed them in an instant, and turned the transient sorrow into sparkling delight.
What Lucilla's feelings were, the reader may imagine; and yet, her wayward and unanalysed temper mocked at once imagination and expression to depict its sufferings or its joys. The brother of Volktman's wife was sent for: he and his wife took possession of the abode of death. This, if possible, heightened Lucilla's anguish.
"Excuse me, sir," said the man, raising his hat to Dickory, "it is now more than two years since I have seen my friend here, when he was marooned by pirates. We were all on the same merchantman, but the pirate took me along, being short of hands. I knew the spot, having well noted it when Mander and his family were marooned." "And this is Lucilla's ship," said Dickory to himself.
"Oscar!" she called out, "why have you left me alone? where are you?" Oscar turned, trembling, to his brother. "For God's sake forgive me, Nugent!" he said. "She thinks it's YOU." He proves Equal to the Occasion AT that astounding confession, abruptly revealed in those plain words, even resolute Nugent lost all power of self-control. He burst out with a cry which reached Lucilla's ears.
As an honest man, who feels bound to speak out and to speak strongly, I advise you not further to disturb that resignation. I declare it to be, in my opinion, certainly useless, and possibly dangerous, to allow her to be operated on for the restoration of her sight." In those uncompromising words, the Englishman delivered his opinion. Lucilla's hand closed fast on mine.
Lucilla's Journal at Ramsgate lies before me as I trace these lines. I had planned at first to make use of it, so as to continue the course of my narrative without a check; still writing in my own person as I have written thus far; and as I propose to write again, at the time when I reappear on the scene.
After consultation between us, it had been decided, at Lucilla's express request, that I should inform Mrs. Finch that the mystery at Browndown was now cleared up. Lucilla openly owned to having no great relish for the society of her step-mother, or for the duty invariably devolving on anybody who was long in the company of that fertile lady, of either finding her handkerchief or holding her baby.
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