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In her eyes his face was always growing more beautiful, always refining itself, always losing something that had been rather coarsely massive and gaining something that was new, spiritualized, and subtle. "What are you examining me like that for, Mav? A penny for your thoughts." "Shall I tell you truly?" and she laughed.
"What took your fancy, Will dear, with Mr. Osborn's teaching more than anybody else's?" Then he told her all that Mr. Osborn had said of the fatherly attributes of God, of the fact that men were veritably His children, and that for communion with God one must be as a child approaching a father. "Yes, dear, I'm sure that's true. But Mr. Norton would say just the same." "He never has said it, Mav.
"I was never more pleased," she said, "than when I knew you wouldn't ever have to wear your fire helmet again; but now I'm wondering if you won't miss the Council." "No, Mav, I shan't miss it." "One thing I'm sure of they'll miss you." "They'll get on very well without me, my dear." And then he told her that he was not quite the man he had been.
All this nonsense of high-falutin' morality must be swept aside; if he loved her still, he must admit that he loved her; it must be love or hate, but no more sham and pretense, no more of these half measures that made her a wife when people were looking, and an enemy, a culprit in disgrace, or a sexless business associate, when they two were alone behind drawn blinds. "Mav, you're shaming me.
"He'll look for it, Mav, and would take a very poor opinion of me if I hadn't the manhood to go straight and frank, and say 'I thank you. Trust your old William for once more, Mav;" and he laughed merrily.
"My dear, it's nothing just an excuse for slacking off now and then. Remember, Mav, I am not a chicken. I shall be fifty before th' end of this year." He convinced her that there was no cause for her anxiety; and only too happy not to have to be anxious, she thought no more of this strange thing that her untiring Will now sometimes knew what tiredness meant. But his lassitude increased.
All the people rushed away screaming, the lights went out, the music ceased: Dale was alone, at dusk, in a rocky wilderness, still dragging the dead man by the heels. And then he would wake to find Mavis bending over him, to hear her saying, "My dearest, you are sleeping on your back, and it is making you dream." He clung to her desperately, muttering, "Quite right, Mav. Don't let me dream.
Now you just answer me in a seemly manner and tell me exactly where you are going this afternoon, or I'll send you straight back into the house to take off your finery and not go out at all." Dale, close by in the little sitting-room, heard his wife's voice raised thus angrily, closed the book that was lying open on his knees, and came to the window. "What's wrong, Mav?"
He was in his shirt-sleeves, sitting on a corn-bin, and he seemed to be greatly troubled by what she told him that she wished him to do. She asked him to go into the wood himself and spy out Norah quietly, and see if she was really alone there. "Oh, I don't much like this job, Mav. Besides, it's to hunt for a needle in a bundle of hay. How do I know which way the lass has gone?"
I tell you I was fairly overcome myself. It was the way he did it. 'Of course, he said, 'I want my friend to come out of it as I honestly believe he deserves. They couldn't stand up against him half a minute. But, mind you, Mav;" and Dale stopped moving, and spoke solemnly, "he's aged surprising these last few years. He's more feeble like than ever one would think, seeing him on his horse.
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