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He watched those lips transferred to Nedda, heard her say: "Oh, my darling, how lovely to see you! Do you know this for midge-bites?" A hand, diving deep into a pocket, returned with a little silver-coated stick having a bluish end. Felix saw it rise and hover about Nedda's forehead, and descend with two little swift dabs. "It takes them away at once."
Sheila's description of her night in a cell had made her shiver with horror. But there was a spirit in Nedda that went through with things; and she started early the next day, refusing Kirsteen's proffered company.
Derek feels that, anyway, and, you see, he's not a bit wise, not even patient so I expect he'll have to go. I mean to be ready, anyway." And Nedda got up. "Only, if he does something rash, don't let them hurt him, Uncle John, if you can help it." John felt her soft fingers squeezing his almost desperately, as if her emotions had for the moment got out of hand.
Whence she got this belief in the legalizing power of the press it is difficult to say, unless that, reading newspapers but seldom, she still took them at their own valuation, and thought that when they said: "We shall do this," or "We must do that," they really were speaking for the country, and that forty-five millions of people were deliberately going to do something, whereas, in truth, as was known to those older than Nedda, they were speaking, and not too conclusively at that, for single anonymous gentlemen in a hurry who were not going to do anything.
But that which had held this together the inarticulate, lowly spirit, hardly asking itself why things should be, faithful as a dog to those who were kind to it, obeying the dumb instinct of a violence that in his betters would be called 'high spirit, where Felix wondered where was it? And what were they thinking Nedda and that haunted boy so motionless?
Leaving Felix in the garden, Nedda stole upstairs and tapped on Frances Freeland's door. She, whose stoicism permitted her the one luxury of never coming down to breakfast, had just made it for herself over a little spirit-lamp. She greeted Nedda with lifted eyebrows. "Oh, my darling! Where HAVE you come from? You must have my nice cocoa! Isn't this the most perfect lamp you ever saw?
I do so want you to like Derek, Uncle John, because it's a secret from nearly every one he and I are engaged." John jerked his head up a little, as though he had received a slight blow. The news was not palatable. He kept his form, however, and answered: "Oh! Really! Ah!" Nedda said still more softly: "Please don't judge him by the other night; he wasn't very nice then, I know."
Kirsteen had turned away to the window, and Nedda heard her say quietly to herself: "'Liberty's a glorious feast!" Trembling all over with the desire to express what was in her, Nedda stammered: "I would never keep anything that wanted to be free never, never! I would never try to make any one do what they didn't want to!"
Save for the general uneasiness which attended on all actions of that woman, Felix would have felt relieved at their going. They had disturbed his life, slipped between him and Nedda! So much so that he did not even expect her to come and tell him why they had gone, nor feel inclined to ask her. So little breaks the fine coherence of really tender ties!
I've wanted to give you this for ages, darling; it IS so uncomfortable on my finger. Now, just let me see if I can pop it on!" Nedda recoiled. "Oh, Granny!" she said. "You ARE !" and vanished. There was still no one in the kitchen, and she sat down to wait for her aunt to finish her up-stairs duties.
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