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Updated: June 22, 2025
"Dad will be as sweet as anything that's what makes it so horrible!" George Laird redoubled his squeeze. "Quite right! The old-fashioned father could let himself go. But need he know? We can get her away from London, and later on, we must manage somehow. If he does hear, we must make him feel that Nollie was 'doing her bit." Gratian withdrew her hand. "Don't!" she said in a muffled voice.
Then she burst out again: "You've slaved for those people years and years, and you've had no pleasure and you've had no love; and they wouldn't care that if you broke your heart. They don't care for anything, so long as it all seems proper. Daddy, if you let them hurt you, I won't forgive you!" "And what if you hurt me now, Nollie?" Noel pressed his hand against her warm cheek. "Oh, no! Oh, no!
Pierson pressed the hand against him. "Nollie, be good while I'm away. You know what I don't want. I told you in my letter." He looked at her cheek, and dared say no more. Her face had its "fey" look again.
Pierson got up and caught it in the curve of his palm. "Poor thing! You're like my Nollie; so soft, and dreamy, so feckless, so reckless." And going to the curtains, he thrust his hand through, and released the moth. "Dad!" said Gratian suddenly, "we can only find out for ourselves, even if we do singe our wings in doing it.
Yes, they were murderers but how terrible! And he stood quivering, with his hands pressed to his face, till the cheering had died out into silence. "Let's pray, Nollie!" he whispered. "O God, Who in Thy great mercy hath delivered us from peril, take into Thy keeping the souls of these our enemies, consumed by Thy wrath before our eyes; give us the power to pity them men like ourselves."
Will power: nothing else. What's this war, really, but a death carnival of proof that man's will is invincible? I stuck it down to tell you, when I got upstairs. He's a clever fellow. I believe in God, as you know, but I must say when it comes to an argument, poor old Ted does seem a bit weak, with his: 'We're told this, and 'We're told that: Nobody mentioned Nollie.
Of course it isn't ideal and one wanted that for her; but she did break her wing, and he is so awfully good and devoted to her, though you didn't believe it, and perhaps won't, even now. The great thing is to feel her happy again, and know she's safe. Nollie is capable of great devotion; only she must be anchored.
'Is he can he be the sort of man I would trust Nollie to? he would think. 'Oh, that I should have to hope like this that some good man would marry her my little Nollie, a child only the other day! In these sad, painful, lonely weeks he found a spot of something like refuge in Leila's sitting-room, and would go there often for half an hour when she was back from her hospital.
"I don't know; I've tried to see clearly. I have prayed to be shown what her duty is, and mine. It seems to me there can be no peace for her until she has atoned, by open suffering; that the world's judgment is her cross, and she must bear it; especially in these days, when all the world is facing suffering so nobly. And then it seems so hard-so bitter; my poor little Nollie!"
It was her lips, dainty yet loving, and above all her grey eyes, big and dreamily alive, which made her a swan. He could not imagine her in nurse's garb. "This is new, isn't it, Nollie?" "Cyril Morland's sisters are both out; and he'll be going soon. Everybody goes." "Gratian hasn't got out yet: It takes a long time to get trained." "I know; all the more reason to begin."
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