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'What do you deny, Cicely? asked her brother, absently, conscious always, through all the swaying of talk, of the slight childish form of Nelly Sarratt beneath him, in her deep chair; and of the eyes and mouth, which after the few passing smiles he had struck from them, were veiled again in their habitual sadness.
In one of these absences, Cicely having been seized with a sudden hunger for the flesh-pots of 'town' appeared at the flat with her maid. She discovered Nelly Sarratt in bed, and so weak as to be hardly capable of answering any question. Mrs.
Every sound was enchantment the drip of water from the oars, the hooting of an owl on the island, even the occasional distant voices, and tapping of horses' feet on the main road bordering the lake. Sarratt let the oars drift, and the boat glided, as though of its own will, past the island, and into the shadow beyond it.
But as Sarratt was clearly dead, what did that matter? So that the situation, though an observed one for how could the Farrell comings and goings, the Farrell courtesies and benefactions, possibly be hid? was watched only by friendly and discreet eyes, thanks always to Hester.
'Not till we get more guns, and tons more shell! 'Oh, the country's waking up! 'It's about time! said Sarratt, gravely, as he climbed into the car. Sir William bent towards him. 'Anything that we can do to help your wife and her sister, during their stay here, you may be sure we shall do. 'It's very kind of you, said the young officer gratefully, as he grasped Farrell's hand.
That's all right! said Sarratt smiling. It was curious how in a few minutes the young officer had come to seem the older and more responsible of the two men. Yet Farrell was clearly his senior by some ten or fifteen years. Instinctively Nelly moved nearer to George. She liked to feel how easily he could hold his own with great people, who made her feel nervous. For she understood from Mrs.
But always, after each digression through the problems of the war, thought came back to the cottage at Rydal, and Nelly on the lawn, her white throat emerging from the thin black dress, her hands clasped on her lap, her eyes turned to him as he read. And all the time it was just conceivable that Sarratt might still be discovered. At that thought, the summer night darkened.
He was a large, plain, fair-faced Moravian preacher, turned physician. He was an honest man, but vain of he knew not what. He was once sitting where Sarratt was playing a game at chess without seeing the board; and after remaining for some time absorbed in silent wonder, he turned suddenly to me and said, 'Do you know, Mr.
And she was prettier and more fetching than ever with her small dark head, and her lovely mouth. He would like to draw the free sensuous line of it, the beautiful moulding of the chin. What a prize for the young man! Was he aware of his own good fortune? Was he adequate? 'I say, how jolly! said Sarratt, coming up to look.
'As if he would ever have looked at me! said Nelly tranquilly. 'A man like that may be as rich as rich, but he would never marry a poor wife. 'Thank God, I don't believe money will matter nearly as much to people, after the war! said Sarratt, with energy. 'It's astonishing how now, in the army of course it wasn't the same before the war you forget it entirely.
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