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Now her mind was kept so incessantly at strain, and her emotions answered so intensely to every appeal, that at length she felt the need of repose. It was not with her as with the young women who seek only to make the most of their time in agreeable ways. Sidwell's vital forces were concentrated in an effort of profound spiritual significance.
A face by which every intelligent eye must be arrested; which no two observers would interpret in the same way. 'His mate must be somewhere, thought the man of letters, 'but he will never find her. In his acceptance of Sidwell's reply, Peak did not care to ask himself whether the delay of its arrival had any meaning one way or another.
Sidwell's blue eyes imitated the movement of her mother's, with a look of profound gravity which showed that she had wholly forgotten herself in reverential listening; only when five minutes' strict attention induced a sense of weariness did she allow a glance to stray first along the professorial rank, then towards the place where the golden head of young Chilvers was easily distinguishable.
The future was too uncertain' The gleam in Sylvia's eyes grew more vivid. She was profoundly interested, and did not speak when Sidwell's voice failed. 'You never suspected this? asked the latter, in a few moments. 'Not exactly that. What I did suspect was that Mr. Peak's departure resulted from your rejection of him. 'There is more to be told, pursued Sidwell, in tremulous accents.
The gentler side of his character had sometimes expressed itself, but those impulses which were vastly more significant lay hidden beneath the dissimulation he consistently practised. For the first time he was able to look into Sidwell's face with honest directness, and what he saw there strengthened his determination to talk on with the same freedom.
In any case she would not have consented to marry him, and therefore she knew no jealousy. Her love! why, truly, what was it worth? A cup of tea to steady the nerves. Then thoughts, planning, world-building. He was awake all night, and Sidwell's letter lay within reach. Did she sleep calmly? Had she never stretched out her hand for his letter, when all was silent?
'I must hear from you, and I will write. 'I can ask no more than that. He took her hands, held them for a moment, and turned away. At the door he looked round. Sidwell's head was bowed, and, on her raising it, he saw that she was blinded with tears. So he went forth. Part VI For several days after the scene in which Mr. Malkin unconsciously played an important part, Marcella seemed to be ill.
Warricombe regarded him, and mused; Buckland, a smile of peculiar meaning on his close lips, glanced from him to Miss Moorhouse. 'Ah, then, you heard Canon Grayling, remarked the father of the family, with something in his tone which answered to Sidwell's facial expression. 'How did you like his sermon?
Which of these Warricombes was a gentleman of position, with grown-up sons and daughters? To such a description answered Martin Warricombe, Esquire, well known in the city. His house was in the Old Tiverton Road, out beyond St Sidwell's, two miles away; anyone in that district would serve as guide to it. With purpose indefinite, Godwin set forth in the direction suggested.
They looked at each other. Peak's lips were set as if in resistance of emotion, and a frown wrinkled his brows. Sidwell's gaze was one of fear and appeal. 'He said, of course, that I had deceived you. 'But in what? Was there no truth in anything you said to me? 'To you I have spoken far more truth than falsehood. A light shone in her eyes, and her lips quivered.
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