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She started, hastened from the room, fled into the library, and had time to seat herself before she heard the footsteps of a servant moving in answer to the summons. The door opened, and Peak was announced. Sidwell had never known what it was to be thus overcome with emotion.
He durst not approach that quarter of the town where Sidwell was living if indeed she still remained here. Happily, the vastness of London enabled him to think of her as at a great distance; by keeping to the district in which he now wandered he was practically as remote from her as when he walked the streets of Bristol.
It was paler than she had ever seen it before; there were deep circles under the eyes, and he looked nervous and tired; but over it all there was an expression of exaltation that could have but one meaning to her. "You must let me read it when you get it in shape," she began suddenly. Sidwell turned blankly. "Read what, please?" he asked. The girl smiled triumphantly.
'One question, said Warricombe, as he put the periodical back into his pocket. 'What do you mean by my "personal motives"? Their eyes met for an instant. 'I mean the motives which you have spoken of. It was Buckland's hope that Peak might reveal his relations with Sidwell, but he shrank from seeming to know anything of the matter. Clearly, no light was to be had from this source.
Could love be separated from thought of marriage, Sidwell would have encouraged herself in fidelity, happy in the prospect of a life-long spiritual communion for she would not doubt of Godwin's upward progress, of his eventual purification. But this was a mere dream.
Moorhouse, who also conversed with the theologian and found him interesting, was so good as to hope that he would call upon her if ever his steps turned towards Budleigh Salterton. After breakfast next morning, Sidwell found her friend sitting with a book beneath one of the great trees of the garden. At that moment Sylvia was overcome with laughter, evidently occasioned by her reading.
Godwin was still pressing down the tobacco in the bowl of his pipe. He smiled, and glanced about the room. Did Warricombe know how far things had gone between him and Sidwell? Whether or no, it was certain now that Sidwell would be informed of this disastrous piece of authorship and the result? What did it matter? There is no struggling against destiny.
I have a right to use my own judgment. 'Don't see him! I beg you not to see him! He was so earnest that Sidwell suspected some other reason in his request than regard for her dignity. 'I must leave myself free, she repeated, with shaking voice. 'In any case I shall be back in London to-morrow evening that is, if but I am sure mother will wish to go.
"Dakota," said Ben, laconically. Sidwell's gaze centred on the sombrero. "Cattle raising, perhaps?" he ventured. Ben nodded. "Yes, I have a few head east of the river." He returned the other's look, and Sidwell had the impression that a searchlight was suddenly shifted upon him. "Ever been out there?" The city man indicated an affirmative. "Yes, twice: the last time about four years ago.
Bertha approached for the purpose of taking leave, and for a minute or two Sidwell talked with her. The young girls withdrew again together. By the clock on the mantelpiece it was nearly six. Godwin did not resume his seat, though Sidwell had done so.
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