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Updated: April 30, 2025
Sarratt, if yo please. I'm just thankful they're gone ... An have ye heard this day of Mr. Sarratt? The gentle ageing face bent forward tenderly. Nelly lifted her own dark-rimmed eyes to it Her mouth quivered. 'No, not yet, Mrs. Grayson. But I shall soon. You'll have seen about this fighting in the newspapers? There's been a great battle I think he'll have been in it. I shall hear to-night.
'DEAR MISS COOKSON, I am writing to you, in the first instance instead of to Mrs. Sarratt, because I have a vivid remembrance of what seemed to me your sister's frail physical state, when I saw you last May at Rydal.
For it was the days of the great Russian retreat in Galicia and Poland, and every soldier looking on, knew with gnashing of teeth that the happenings in the East meant a long postponement of our own advance. 'Oh, I never trouble about the war! said Bridget, with a half-contemptuous note in her voice that fairly set George Sarratt on fire. He flushed violently, and Nelly looked at him in alarm.
One of the brothers, whose name was Benoit Desalles, to whom they say poor Mr. Sarratt was much attached, went with him. They must have had an awful time, walking by night, and hiding by day. Mr. Sarratt's wounds must have been in a bad state, for they were only half healed when he escaped, and they had been neglected all the winter.
That was really the puzzle. George Sarratt was dying. Why not let poor Nelly have her last weeks with him in peace, and then in time marry her safely and lawfully to Willy? But Cicely had again some inkling of Bridget's probable reply.
'Of course I know I'm a beast, she said defiantly, 'but the fact is I didn't like either of them! the sisters, I mean. 'What oh earth is there to dislike in Mrs. Sarratt! cried Farrell. 'You're quite mad, Cicely. 'She's too pretty, said Miss Farrell obstinately and too too simple. And nobody as pretty as that can be really simple. It's only pretence.
Then she had got it over and I just kissed her and said nothing. It was much best. 'Do you think she gives up hope? Hester shook her head. 'Not the least. You can see that. 'What do you mean? 'When she gives up hope, she will put on a black dress. Farrell gave an impatient sigh. 'You know there can't be the smallest doubt that Sarratt is dead!
Beside the water, on a rock, sat Nelly Sarratt. An open telegram and a bundle of letters lay on her lap, her hands loosely folded over them. She was staring at the water and the hills, with absent eyes, and her small face wore an expression relaxed and sweet like that of a comforted child, which touched Miss Martin profoundly.
Sarratt, that anybody might have! and there I sat thinking of our lads in the trenches thinking of my boy that never grumbled at anything and would ha' been just ashamed to make such a fuss for such a little. And this afternoon the brother's taken him away to be molly-coddled at home. And, of course, they've left us, just when they might ha' been o' soom real service.
She promised, at once, to come and see Mrs. Sarratt, and George, beholding in her a possible motherly friend for Nelly when he should be far away, insisted that she should fix a day for her call before his departure. Nelly added her smiles to his. Then, with a pleasant nod, Miss Martin left them, refusing all their offers to help her with her load.
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