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This great beauty, this worshipped creature, put her arms beneath and about the helpless, awful body for so its pallor and stillness indeed made it and lifted it in their powerful whiteness as if it had been the body of a child, and so bore it to a couch near and laid it down, kneeling beside it. Anne and Osmonde were beside her. Osmonde pale himself, but gently calm and strong.
When they had passed through the hall and stood at length in the light of the apartment in which it was their custom to sit, Osmonde beheld in my lord's face the freshness and glow he had marked on his arrival, increased tenfold, and now he well understood. In truth, the renewal of his life was a moving thing to see.
So while her Grace of Osmonde seemed but to gain greater state and beauty in her ripening, her sister's frail body grew more frail, and seemed to shrink and age. Yet her face put on a strange worn sweetness, and her soft, dull eyes had a look almost like a saint's who looks at heaven. She prayed much, and did many charitable works both in town and country.
"What generous deed was that?" asked my lord Duke of Osmonde, drawing near. "The task of undoing the wrongs a villain had done, if 'twere so there could be undoing of them," answered the old fellow. "A woman rich as I," said she, "should set herself some good work to do. This shall be mine to live John Oxon's life again and make it bring forth good instead of evil."
There was no incident of his life of which one being was not the central figure, no emotion which had not its birth in her. He was not diffuse or fond to weakness, but full of faithful love and noble carefulness. "I would not weary her with my worship, Gerald," he said one day, having come to Osmonde House to spend an hour in talk with him.
"An innocent of all good," she cried "of all things good on earth of all that I know now, having seen manhood and honour." "His Grace of Osmonde has not been told this," he said; "and I should make it all plain to him." "What do you ask, devil?" she broke forth. "What is't you ask?"
Among the watchers, and listening to the group as he watched, stood Sir John Oxon. He stood with a graceful air and watched her steadily, and there was a gleam of pleasure in his glance. "He has followed and gazed at her so for the last half-hour," said Mistress Lovely. "Were I the Duke of Osmonde I would command him to choose some other lady to dog with his eyes.
"When I bore it away with me," he said, "I lived wildly for a space, and in those days put it in a place of safety, and when I was sober again I had forgot where. Yesterday, by a strange chance, I came upon it. Think you it can be mistaken for any other woman's hair?" At this she held up her hand. "Wait," she said. "You will go to Osmonde, you will tell him this, you will "
"'Tis an heir, and as lusty as a young lion. Gerald Walter John Percy Mertoun, next Duke of Osmonde! Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!"
"Great Heaven, how often have I sate alone in this very room calling myself a madman in my despair! And now 'tis past! Sure it cannot be true?" "'Tis true, my dear Lord," said Osmonde, "for I beheld it." "Had you been in my place," his lordship said with his grave, kindly look, "you need not have wondered at your fortune.
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