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He repeated the words slowly. "Then you, of course, are are free ah!" He leant forward and caught her hands. "You have run away from what? No, do not speak, I can read your answer in your face. You have been hurt." He lifted the little ringless left hand, then pressed it against the other between his own, whilst a great light flamed in his eyes.
I tell you, Ailsa, Camilla is a good deal of a girl. . . . And I've promised to look out for her uncle keep an eye on old Lent, you know, which seems to comfort her a good deal when she begins crying "Oh. . . I thought Camilla didn't cry." "She cries a little now and then." "About her uncle?" "Certainly." Ailsa looked down at her ringless fingers.
Her face was hidden, but from under the coat one long arm swayed limp, its whiteness hideously marred with jagged purple weals, from which the blood still oozed, trickling down and dripping from the tips of the fingers, those beautiful ringless fingers that I knew and loved so well.
She was gazing up at him with a strange expression of gladness, of relief, on her face. The long years of restraint and measured coldness seemed to have vanished, receded into nothingness. She held out her ringless hand and clasped his, and a moment later they were sitting hand in hand, like two children, side by side.
"Look, Miss Edith!" and Victor grasped her bridle rein, directing her attention to the arms folded upon the window and the girlish head resting upon the arms, in the attitude of a weary child. One little ringless, blue-veined hand was plainly discernible in the bright moonlight, and Edith thought how small and white and delicate it was.
"Miss Child, I'm very pleased to meet you," said the handsome girl warmly, just as her brother had hopefully prophesied. "Peter's told me quite a lot about you. I think you're awfully brave." "Perhaps one doesn't deserve much credit for courage in doing a thing one wants to do," answered Winifred, her slim, ringless hand responding to the kind pressure of the plump one wearing too many rings.
What wise brain will think hard of you for followin' the chosen path? What odds if a babe's got ringless under the stars or in a lawful four-post bed? Who married Adam an' Eve? You was the wife of un 'cordin' to the first plan o' the livin' God; an' if He changed His lofty mind when't was tu late, blame doan't fall on you or the dead. Think of a baaby his baaby under your breast!
No pale blue fires shone at her white throat, and her hands were ringless. But the light, firm poise of her figure could not be changed; the mockery of her glance remained the same, half laughing and half wistful. The strong curve of her lips remained, and I recalled this arch of brow, the curve of neck and chin, the droop of the dark locks above her even forehead. Yes, it was she.
She drew a little away from him, bent her head and clasped both hands around her knee. "There is another reason why I should be in autocratic command over myself when we marry.... It is difficult for me to explain to you.... Do you remember that I wrote you once that I was afraid to marry you not for our own sakes?" Her young face was grave and serious; she bent her gaze on her ringless fingers.
And after it? would she keep up this icy barrier between them? If so but he refused to think of it! He noticed that she wore his engagement ring only, on her left hand, and that the right one was ringless, nor had she a brooch or any other jewel. He felt glad he would be able to give her everything.
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