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He shifted from one foot to another, and looked as if he wished himself out of my way. At a later time of my life, I have observed that these are signs by which an honest man is apt to confess that he has told, or is going to tell, a lie. As it was, I only noticed that he answered confusedly. "I can't quite say, Mr. Roylake, that my master didn't mention the thing to me."
"My dear, I am only trying if you can remember Gerard Roylake." While in charge of the boat, the miller's daughter had been rowing with bared arms; beautiful dusky arms, at once delicate and strong. Thus far, she had forgotten to cover them up.
When we saw each other for the first time, my stepmother and I met necessarily as strangers. We were elaborately polite, and we each made a meritorious effort to appear at our ease. How I must have disappointed Mrs. Roylake! and how considerately she hid from me the effect that I had produced!
I lit my cigar, but not on the terrace. Leaving the house, I took the way once more that led to Fordwitch Wood. What would Mrs. Roylake have said, if she had discovered that I was going back to the mill? There was no other alternative.
Dark, large, and finely set in his head, there was a sinister passion in them, at that moment, which held me in spite of myself. Still as monotonous as ever, his voice in some degree expressed the frenzy that was in him, by suddenly rising in its pitch when he spoke to me next. "Mr. Roylake, I love her. Mr. Roylake, I am determined to marry her.
I had furnished her with the reason. Thus far, I cannot deny it, my stepmother was equal to herself. "Really, Gerard, you are so violent in your opinions that I am sorry I spoke of Lady Rachel. Shall I find you equally prejudiced, and equally severe, if I change the subject to dear Lady Lena? Oh, don't say you think She is false, too!" Here Mrs. Roylake made her first mistake.
Roylake kindly promised me another round of visits, and more charming people in the neighborhood to see, will any good Christian forgive me, if I own that I took advantage of being alone to damn the neighborhood, and to feel relieved by it? Now that I was no longer obliged to listen to polite strangers, my thoughts reverted to Cristel, and to the suspicions that she had roused in me.
Roylake had told her that I was educated at a German University. She had heard vaguely of students with long hair, who wore Hessian boots, and fought duels; and she appealed to my experience to tell her something more.
"You not only don't get luncheon among your friends: you don't even get information. To know a miller, and not to know the price of flour, is ignorance presented in one of its most pitiable aspects. And how is Miss Toller looking? Perfectly charming?" I was angry by this time. "You have exactly described her," I said. Mrs. Roylake began to get angry, on her side.
"Then I now ask you, Mr. Roylake: Which are we enemies or friends?" I took the pencil, and wrote my reply: "Neither enemies nor friends. We are strangers from this time forth." Some internal struggle produced a change in his face visible for one moment, hidden from me in a moment more. "I think you will regret the decision at which you have arrived."
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