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"I know that you do not." Ronder's face was really troubled; there was an expression in his eyes that his aunt had never seen. Brandon moved on, looking neither to right nor left. Ronder continued: "I know how you feel about me. But to-day somehow this service I feel that I can't allow our quarrel to continue without speaking. It isn't easy for me " He broke off. Brandon's voice shook.
"You must have cheered her up," said Ronder. "Well, I don't know about that. Like all consumptives she will persist in thinking that she's going to get well. Of course, if she had money enough to go to Davos or somewhere...but she hasn't, so there's simply no hope at all." "If you are going along I'll walk part of the way with you," said Ronder. "That will be nice."
That ought to be enough for anybody." The atmosphere was now very warm indeed. There was every likelihood of several gentlemen speaking at once. Witheram looked anxious, Bentinck- Major malicious, Ryle nervous, Foster triumphant, and Brandon furious. Only Ronder seemed unconcerned. The Dean, distress in his heart, raised his hand.
When Ronder entered, two things at once were plain one, how greatly during these last months he had grown in importance with all of them and, secondly, how nervous they were all feeling. They all turned towards him. "Ah, Ronder," said the Dean, "that's right. I was afraid lest something should keep you." "No no what a cold damp day! Autumn is really upon us."
Out of your forms and ceremonies you have made a new God! And I, thy God, am a jealous God...." Ronder read the First Lesson. "That's Ronder," the town-people whispered, "the new Canon. Oh! he's clever. You should hear him preach!" "Reads beautiful!" Gladys, the Brandons' maid, whispered to Annie, the kitchen-maid. "I do like a bit of fine reading."
"Of course I haven't enquired in any way into the probabilities of the Pybus appointment. But I understand that there is very strong opposition to myself; naturally there would be. I also understand that, with the exception of my friend Foster, you are my strongest supporter in this matter. May I ask you why?" "Why?" repeated Ronder. "Yes, why?
Now, whatever it might be that went wrong in the Brandon house, in the Cathedral, in the town, her father was certain that Ronder was responsible, but proof. Well, there wasn't any. And it was precisely this absence of proof that built up the obsession. Everywhere that Ronder went he spoke enthusiastically about the Archdeacon. These compliments came back to Joan again and again.
If that were to be so the less we saw of one another the better." "I have not been here long enough," said Ronder, "to think of working in with anybody. And I don't wish to take sides. There's my duty to the Cathedral. I shall work for that and let the rest go." "There's your duty to God," said Foster vehemently. "That's the thing that everybody here's forgotten.
He did not look up, but stared at his long nervous fingers. He spoke at first almost in a whisper, so that they did not catch the first few words. "...Horrified..." they heard him say. "Horrified.... So calmly.... These present.... "Cannot understand...." Then his words were clearer. He looked up, staring across at Ronder.
She went across to the little cupboard where the coats were hung. As she poked her head into the little, dark, musty place, she could feel that her mother was still standing there, listening. The Genial Heart Ronder was never happier than when he was wishing well to all mankind. He could neither force nor falsify this emotion. If he did not feel it he did not feel it, and himself was the loser.
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