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So the exclamations ran. "Now, Norrie Wream, cross your heart, hope you may die, if big, handsome Victor Burleigh had his corners knocked off, and he was sandpapered down a little, and had money, wouldn't you feel a whole lot different about him, Norrie?" "I certainly would. I couldn't help it." Norrie's eyes were shining and her cheeks were pink as peach blossoms.
The process, therefore, by which Norrie Ford became Herbert Strange, even in his own thoughts, had been one of inner travail, though the outward conditions could not have been more favorable. Now that he had reached a point where his more obvious anxieties were passing away, and the hope of safety was becoming a reality, he could look back and see how relatively easy everything had been.
I don't know how she has got money. I suppose in the old way." "Poor soul!" said the Squire. "To tell you the truth, Norrie, I can't bear to look at that jewel-case of hers. I believe, upon my word, that it is nearly empty. She is very generous, is your mother. She's a very fine woman, and I am desperate proud of her.
"You are a brick, Trench," he said, as the upper stairway door swung open to release him. "You've the whole chimney," Trench responded, as he swung himself away. Dr. Fenneben met Elinor in the rotunda. "Wait a minute, Norrie, and I'll walk home with you." In the study he met Burleigh, whose stern face was tender with a pathetic sadness, but there was no embarrassment in his glance.
He had, therefore, several sources of satisfaction in espousing the cause of Norrie Ford. The amplitude of his legal knowledge would be to him as gay feathers to the cock; while the contemplation of the prize added to his self-approval in never doubting that it could be won. It was early March when Ford sailed away, leaving his affairs in Conquest's charge, at the latter's own request.
He laughed again not quite so derisively as before and went away. When he had gone, she resumed her seat behind the tea-table. She sat looking absently at the floor and musing on the words she had just spoken. Not in all the seven or eight years since Norrie Ford went away had she acknowledged to her own heart what, within the last few minutes, she had declared aloud.
Now and then a remark was addressed to her across the table to which she managed to return a reply sufficiently apt to give her the appearance of being in touch with what was going on around her; but in reality she was taking in the fact, with the spirit rather than the mind, that Norrie Ford had returned. She never understood just how and when that assurance came to her.
"I'm tired of having people think," said Miss Elliot plaintively. "Too much Douglas! Yes; I shall be quite indisposed, about one dance before supper." "I'll send you home." "No, you won't, Jinny, dear. Because I shall suddenly recover, about two minutes before the oysters arrive." "Norrie!" "Truly I shall. Quite miraculously.
I went out into the garden you remember it was one of those gardens with clipped yews. Out there, in the air, I stopped thinking of Mr. Wayne and his distress to think of Norrie Ford. It seemed to me as if, in some strange way, he belonged to me that I ought to do something as my mother had done for my father. And then all of a sudden I saw him creep in." "How did you know it was he?"
Didn't I say I was scared?" Mrs. Willard excused herself, ostensibly to speak to a maid; in reality to speak to a telephone. On her return she made a frontal attack: "Norrie, what made you break your engagement to Will Douglas?" "Why? Don't you approve?" "Did you break it for the same reason that drove you into it?" "What reason do you think drove me into it?" "Hal Surtaine."
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