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Updated: June 11, 2025
To Miss Norah O'Neill this seemed extraordinarily powerful affection for a mere godson, and one lost to sight for twenty years at that. Yet Colonel Decies was a bachelor and, no, the patient certainly resembled him in no way whatsoever.
Norah, the Irish servant, had said she should be up very early to attend High Mass: they must certainly waylay her on the stairs. How astonished she would be, when she supposed they were both soundly asleep! "Let me do it myself," said Susy: "you stay here, Prudy, for you'll be sure to make a noise." "I'll go on my tippy toes," pleaded Prudy, her mouth half filled with chocolate drops.
Norah forced some drops into Mr Frank's mouth, chafed his hands, and when mere animal life returned, before the mind poured in its flood of memories and thoughts she lifted him up, and rested his head against her knees. Then she put a few crumbs of bread taken from the supper-table, soaked in brandy, into his mouth. Suddenly he sprang to his feet. 'Where is she?
At the end of half an hour's gloomy pondering he had worked himself up into a fine state of ill usage, and into the firm belief that Norah and the boys had no intention but to insult and humiliate him. To some natures there is a certain comfort in nursing a grievance, and reasoning themselves into a plaintive state of martyrdom.
Leaving a message with the servant requesting Norah to make the tea that morning, she went upstairs at once to the solitude and security of her own room. Mrs. Vanstone's letter extended to some length. The first part of it referred to Captain Wragge, and entered unreservedly into all necessary explanations relating to the man himself and to the motive which had brought him to Combe-Raven.
There did not seem to be one ray of hope in her little dark soul. She had no tears to shed, she seldom had, but when she was in trouble, she was always in the lowest depths. "Pretty well for me to make believe I was a thief, and was going to steal! 'Who is this strange little girl? said he; 'it looks like " She heard voices near the cellar door. What if Norah should come down after butter?
"I don't want to miss any more time with Bobs than I have to could we ride over to the backwater, Dad, and muster up the cattle there? You know you said you were going to do so, pretty soon." "I'd nearly forgotten that I had to see them," Mr. Linton said, hastily. "Glad you reminded me, Norah. We'll have lunch early, and go across." Norah's morning was spent in helping Mrs.
Some secret and strong revulsion had thrown her back on the people and the things that she had been brought up amongst and that she had run away from. When Jimmy jarred on her she turned to Charlie for relief. And, after all, as Norah said, he was her cousin. I don't think we either of us saw anything more in it than that. Without some such reaction she must have surrendered to Amershott.
"Shall I read this aloud, or shall I read it to myself?" "To yourself," said Miss Garth; answering for Norah, who looked at her in mute perplexity and distress. "It shall be as you wish," said Magdalen.
Not that there's anything of great value. I have a few papers I wouldn't care to lose, a watch and a little money but they're all safely buried in a cashbox with a good lock. The rest I have to chance, and, as I told you, I've so far been pretty lucky in repelling invaders. There's not much traffic round here, you know!" Jim and Norah laughed. "Not much," they said, nodding.
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