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Hamil descended the terrace to the new garden, hung the key to a brier under the fragrant mass of flowers, and glanced up at Shiela, who, arms on the balustrade above him, was looking down at the proceedings. "Is the dread deed done?" she whispered. "If you don't believe it come down and see." "I? Come down? At two in the morning?" "It's half-past two."
Which was a notice to Virginia that Miss Cardross had declined her luncheon from deliberate disinclination. Hamil, vaguely conscious that all was not as agreeable as the surface of things indicated, said cordially that he'd be very glad to go anywhere with Shiela to meet anybody, adding to Virginia that he'd heard of Mrs. Ascott but could not remember when or where.
"What is a sane man's answer?" "Ask some sane man, Shiela." "I would rather believe you." "Does it make you happy?" "Yes." "You wish me to love you?" "Yes." "You would love me a little if you could?" She closed her eyes. "Would you?" he asked again. "Yes." "But you cannot." She said, dreamily: "I don't know. That is a dreadful answer to make. But I don't know what is in me.
Shiela shivered, wide-eyed, as she sat watching the table which was now snapping and cracking and heaving under her gaze. A slow fear of the thing crept over her of this senseless, lifeless mass of wood, fashioned by human hands. The people around it, the room, the house were becoming horrible to her; she loathed them and what they were doing.
"Is there more you wish to tell me?" "No more." She bent and kissed the cold cheek on her shoulder. "Don't sit up, child. If there is any reason for waking you I will come myself." "Thank you." So they parted, Constance to seek her room and lie down partly dressed; Shiela to the new quarters still strange and abhorrent to her. Her maid, half dead with fatigue, slept in a chair, and young Mrs.
A glance akin to telepathy flashed between physician and nurse, and the doctor turned to Miss Palliser: "Would you mind asking Miss Clay to come back?" he said quietly. "Oh! has she gone to bed?" Shiela was on her feet: "I I have brought a trained nurse," she said; "the very best from Johns Hopkins "
Shall we descend into the waking world together?" They stood for a moment motionless, looking straight at one another; then the smile died out on his face, but he still strove to speak lightly, using effort, like a man with a dream dark upon him: "I am waiting for your pretty ghostship." Her lips moved in reply; no sound came from them. "Are you afraid of me?" he said. "Yes." "Of me, Shiela?"
The sun hung low behind the scented orange grove before Virginia moved, laying her thin cheek on Shiela's hand. "Did you see that letter in the sand?" she whispered. "Yes." "The writing you knew it?... Answer me, Shiela." "Yes, I knew it." Virginia lay very still for a while, then covered her face with both hands. "Oh, my dear, my dear!" breathed Shiela, bending close beside her.
He dismounted and tried it, filling his cup with clear sparkling water, neither hot nor cold, and walking through the sand offered it to Shiela Cardross. "Osceola's font," she nodded, returning from her abstraction; "thank you, I am thirsty." And she drained the cup at her leisure, pausing at moments to look into the west as though the wilderness had already laid its spell upon her.
And all she could do was to gather the humbled woman into her arms until, her grief dry-spent, Virginia raised her head and looked at Shiela with strange, quenched, tearless eyes. "We women are very helpless, very ignorant," she said, "even the worst of us.
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