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No sooner should the frail bark sink from under them than she would feel Lascelles clutch her in a desperate grip, and be dragged through the water, and placed alive, though half-suffocated, on the shore. But Du Meresq would be sucked down in the blue lake, and travel to that bourn alone. Cecil shuddered, and formed a rapid resolve. "Who was Lascelles that he should separate them?
At the child's express wish, it was also arranged for her to go home at once, as companionship with Cecil could now be agreeable to neither of them. Mrs. Rolleston had only seen Du Meresq for a moment before he went away, yet his manner, no less than her step-daughter's, clearly indicated that something was wrong.
What a thing it is to have a complexion like yours, that everything goes with," and Cecil looked with half envy at the girl, whose blue eyes were bluer, and hair and cheeks brighter, than usual, as she chattered away with a vivacity, of which, perhaps, the nattering glances of Captain Du Meresq may have been the secret spring.
Markham, Heatherbrae, Wimbledon." It was sealed, directed, and the patient had sunk into a heavy stupor; but Cecil felt her heart stirred as she had never expected to do again. Here, if she had required it, was complete exoneration of any subsequent intercourse having taken place between Du Meresq and Bluebell.
Bluebell was on her way to the Maples, and had not proceeded far when she observed a Robinson Crusoe-looking figure in one of those grotesque fur caps and impossible hooded blankets that the fashionable Briton in Canada so fondly affects. She was speculating idly upon whom it could be. "Not Mr. Gordon, though the 'Fool's-cap' is like his; and Major Simeon has one of those. Oh, Captain Du Meresq!"
Rolleston hastened away to Bertie, and did not return; and poor Cecil, not daring to show her anxiety, remained to entertain her father, or rather to listen to his irritable remarks on this unlucky expedition for the rest of the evening. Never was there a more fractious patient than Du Meresq as he lay listlessly on the sofa, while the bone reunited.
"And now the sooner I get out of this horrid country the better. I wish I hadn't refused a share of that moor; I should have been just in time for it. Well, she is a nice girl far too good for that scamp, Du Meresq. I might have suspected what was going on there. Poor child! what a life he will lead her if it comes off, but most likely it won't.
Du Meresq, who had waited, eagerly placed her hand under his arm, and drew her back a moment. "Cecil, where have you been hiding all this afternoon?" I suppose he had the key to the answer, for the changing hues of her complexion, in which pride struggled with confusion, was the only one he got.
Du Meresq looked in pain, but cut short all enquiries. "Wrenched my foot that's all. You want to go, don't you, Cecil?" "Oh, yes; as soon as possible. Lilla, Mrs. Armstrong is so far off, will you make our adieux?" Sotto voce. "She is a tiresome old goose; but I left her so abruptly just now."
"One might think you were describing an Alderney cow. It's a pity she is not called 'Daisy' or 'Cowslip." "Girls are all alike," said Captain Du Meresq, sententiously. "Even you, my beloved Cecil, who are a woman of mind, can't stand my wild admiration of Cowslip." Cecil raised her eyebrows, and a scornful beam shot from the dark eyes that were her chief attraction.
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