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The lady turned her head somewhat, and, though she was veiled with unusual thickness for the season, he seemed to recognize Nichola Pine-Avon in the form. Why should Mrs. Pine-Avon be there? Pierston asked himself, if it should, indeed, be she.
More than all, Nichola Pine-Avon lost the blooming radiance which she had latterly acquired; she became a woman of his acquaintance with no distinctive traits; she seemed to grow material, a superficies of flesh and bone merely, a person of lines and surfaces; she was a language in living cipher no more. When the ladies had withdrawn it was just the same.
This stronghold, under its hereditary warden, the valiant old lady, Nichola de Camville, had already twice withstood a siege. On Nichola de Camville or de la Hay see M. Petit-Dutaillis in Mélanges Julien Havet, pp. 369-80. Louis found no great encouragement in France, for Philip Augustus, too prudent to offend the Church, gave but grudging support to his excommunicated son.
Between his eyes and the judge who sat next to Nichola, with a chin so raw that he must have shaved every quarter of an hour during the day, intruded the face of Avice, as she had glanced at him in their last parting.
I wish I had, now! 'I wish you had, too, dear Mrs. Pine-Avon. But it was 'Nichola' that she wanted to be. As they reached the landau he told her that he should be back in town himself again soon, and would call immediately. At the moment of his words Avice Caro, now alone, passed close along by the carriage on the other side, towards her house hard at hand.
The Beloved, after flitting from Nichola Pine-Avon to the phantom of a dead woman whom he never adored in her lifetime, had taken up her abode in the living representative of the dead, with a permanence of hold which the absolute indifference of that little brown-eyed representative only seemed to intensify. Did he really wish to proceed to marriage with this chit of a girl?
She did not turn head or eye to the pair: they seemed to be in her view objects of indifference. Pierston became cold as a stone. The chill towards Nichola that the presence of the girl, sprite, witch, troll that she was brought with it came like a doom. He knew what a fool he was, as he had said. But he was powerless in the grasp of the idealizing passion.
He had distinctly begun to love Nichola, and he felt sick and almost resentful. But happily his affection was incipient as yet, and a sudden sense of the ridiculous in his own position carried him to the verge of risibility during the scene. She signified a chair, and began the critical study of some rings she wore. They talked over the day's news, and then an organ began to grind outside.
He observed that it was not one of the homely flys from the under-hill town, but apparently from the popular resort across the bay. Wondering why the visitor had not driven in he entered, to find in the drawing-room Nichola Pine-Avon.
Pine-Avon, who was drinking a cup of tea in the back drawing-room. 'My dear Nichola, we thought we should never get to you, because it is worse to-night, owing to these dreadful politics! But we've done it. And she proceeded to tell her friend of Pierston's existence hard by.
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