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"I know, I know," Sanchia murmured, and then begged him not to speak of it. "Ah, but I must, you know," he vowed. "What! A damned unnatural father!..." And then he held her closely, while he whispered his anxiety. "Sancie tell me, my lamb put my mind at rest. He that fellow that Ingram he was good to you, hey? He didn't hey?" She vowed in her turn. "Oh, yes, dearest, yes. Of course he was.
She opened her eyes to a stare. She stared, rather ruefully. "Yes," she said, "I believe I did. I know I did. He was dreadfully unhappy. He and I were never quite the same after that. But I couldn't help myself. It was before me it had to be done." "No, no, no!" cried he vehemently, but checked himself. "Pardon, Sancie. We won't go over all that, but surely you see, now, that it won't do.
At twelve thirty-five there lit from a hansom an eager and pretty little lady, all in gauzy tissues and lace scarf, who knocked at the door like a postman and flew up the stair into Sanchia's arms. "Oh, Sancie, Sancie, how sweet of you to write! Now we are all going to be happy again forever after. Oh, and here's Cuthbert I forgot."
Then he leaned forward suddenly, and held out his arms. "Oh, Sancie," he said, his voice trembling. "Love me." She looked at him with wide, searching, earnest eyes. They seemed to search, not him, but her own soul. They explored the void, seeking for a sign, a vestige, a wreck; but found nothing. "I can't," she said. Her voice was frayed. "The thing is quite dead."
I'm not much of a chap, I know no brains, and all that simple, rotten chap, I know; but if we're not going to be friends I shall be unhappy." "We are, I hope," she said, smiling kindly at him. She gave him her hand. "Right, Sancie. Look here," he said sternly. "I'll punch Nevile's head for you, if you like." "I shouldn't like it at all," she assured him. "We're old acquaintance, you know.
"He was, was he? Glyde on Woman. He ought to wait for his beard to grow; then you might listen to him." Glyde, who was dumb in company, was hacking into the clods, while Chevenix, to whom he was negligible, pursued his own affair. "I say, Sancie, I'm going to ask a favour of you not the first, by any means; but I always was a sturdy beggar. The Lord loveth a sturdy beggar, eh?
"You darling how ridiculous of you but how sweet!" He glowed under her praises. "Plenty more where that came from, Sancie," then piously added, "Thank God, of course." Sanchia, in the hall, turned to her mother. "Good-bye, mother," she said, and held her hand out. Her mother took it, drew her in, and kissed her forehead. "Good-bye, my child"; she could not, for her life, be more cordial than that.
"They locked her up with an aunt, and she bolted." "Same thing," said Ingram. "Well, this chap Senhouse comes here one day in a mighty hurry turns up at breakfast, and makes a row. Wants me to swear I'll divorce and marry Sancie. Says he thinks I'm a blackguard and all that, but that, on the whole, I'd better marry her. Refuses to give me her address, all the same.
"My darling, it was fine of you to come! 'Pon my soul, it was fine!" "No, darling, no," she protested, smiling sadly at his fondness. "I always loved you, my child! My Sancie you know that of your old father, hey?" He pinched her cheek before he kissed it again. "'Pon my life, it cut me down like a frost to do what was done."
"I do think it could be managed, you know with tact. I'd do any mortal thing, Sancie you know I would, but " He despaired. "Tact! Tact! That's what you want." Her soft mood chased away. She looked at him full. "I can't use what you call tact with Vicky. That means that I am to grovel." She drove him back to his photographs. He peered into the little print on the wall. "What have we here?
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