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'If we don't come across anyone, said Warricombe, 'we'll go straight up to my room. But the way was not clear. Within the beautiful old porch sat Sidwell Warricombe and her friend of the striking countenance, whom Godwin now knew as Miss Moorhouse. Buckland addressed his sister in a tone of lively pleasure. 'Whom do you think I have met and brought home with me?
Sidwell made no direct reply and seemed to assent; but when they rose from the table, she said, nervously: 'I couldn't speak before the servants. I wish to stay here till the afternoon. 'Why, Sidwell? 'I have asked Mr. Peak to come and see me this morning. Her mother knew that expostulation was useless, but could not refrain from a long harangue made up of warning and reproof.
In re-reading it he was pleasantly thrilled with a stirring of the old emotions. But his first impulse, to write an ardent reply, did not carry him away; he reflected and took counsel of the experience gained in his studious solitude. It was evident that by keeping silence he had caused Sidwell to throw off something of her reserve.
Down in the depths of his consciousness, Scotty was glad this frontier youth had seen fit to come to town. Taking off his big glasses he polished them industriously. "Won't you sit down?" he invited the new-comer. Sidwell moved toward the door. "No, thank you. With your permission I'll go inside. I presume Miss Baker " But the Englishman was ahead of him. "Yes," he said, "she's at home.
She was under the spell of a nature infinitely stronger than hers; she saw and felt as Godwin did. 'You think, Sidwell, that I stand in need of forgiveness. Then be great enough to forgive me, wholly once and for all. Let your love be strengthened by the trial it has passed through. That will mean that my whole life is yours, directed by the ever-present thought of your beauty, face and soul.
Might not such a look signify a conflict between the temptation to injure and the desire to screen? Sidwell constructed a complete romance. Ignorance of the past of both persons concerned allowed her imagination free play. There was no limit to the possibilities of self-torment.
The thought revived his painful self-consciousness; it was that of a schemer, yet would not the curse of poverty have suggested it to any man? 'Perhaps you won't be able to choose at first, Sidwell assented, thereby seeming to answer his unspoken question. 'But I am sure my father will use whatever influence he has.
As was to be expected he found the same impulses strong in Sidwell Warricombe and her sister. Sidwell could tell him of secret spots where the wood-sorrel made haste to flower, or where the white violet breathed its fragrance in security from common pilferers. Here was the safest and pleasantest matter for conversation.
Yet in Peak's case all appearances are against him just because he is of low birth, has no means, and wants desperately to get into society. The fellow is a scoundrel; I am convinced of it. Yet his designs may be innocent. How, then, a scoundrel? 'Poor devil! Has he really fallen in love with Sidwell? 'Humbug! He wants position, and the comfort it brings.
Here is my old friend, Godwin Peak. Under the two pairs of female eyes, Godwin kept a calm, if rather stern, face. 'I should have had no difficulty in recognising Mr. Peak, said Sidwell, holding out her hand. 'But was the meeting quite by chance?
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