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The consolatory element in the situation was somehow connected with the lady, his friend from Silliston, to whom he had introduced her and whose image now came before her the more vividly, perhaps, in contrast with that of Mrs. Brocklehurst. Mrs. Maturin could Janet have so expressed her thought! had appeared as an extension of Insall's own personality.
Not that she had any compunction in keeping Janet's secret, even from Insall; but sometimes as she contemplated it the strings of her heart grew tight. Silliston was so obviously where Janet belonged, she could not bear the thought of the girl going out again from this sheltered spot into a chaotic world of smoke and struggle. Janet's own feelings were a medley.
And this girl has it this thing I'm trying to express. She's modern to her finger tips, and yet she's extraordinarily American in spite of her modernity, she embodies in some queer way our tradition. She loves our old houses at Silliston they make her feel at home that's her own expression." "Did she say that?" "Exactly. And I know she's of New England ancestry, she told me so.
Her hands tightened on the rail; suddenly she let it go, and led the way toward the unfrequented district of the south side. It was the road to Silliston, but she had forgotten that. Ditmar, regaining her side, continued his pleading. He spoke of his loneliness, which he had never realized. He needed her. And she experienced an answering pang.
At last she fell asleep from sheer weariness, to dream she was with Ditmar at some place in the country under spreading trees, Silliston, perhaps Silliston Common, cleverly disguised: nor was she quite sure, always, that the man was Ditmar; he had a way of changing, of resembling the man she had met in Silliston whom she had mistaken for a carpenter.
"Oh, it isn't that it isn't that! If I could, I'd be willing to serve you all my life I wouldn't ask for anything more. I never thought that this would happen. I oughtn't to have stayed in Silliston." "You didn't suspect that I loved you?" "How could I? Oh, I might have loved you, if I'd been fortunate if I'd deserved it. But I never thought, I always looked up to you you are so far above me!"
Was he not pleading for himself rather than for the human cause he professed? taking advantage of her ignorance and desperation, of her craving for new experience and knowledge? The suspicion sickened her. Were all men like that? Suddenly, without apparent premeditation or connection, the thought of the stranger from Silliston entered her mind.
Another time I told her about Silliston, and how this little community for over a century and a half had tried to keep its standard flying, to carry on the work begun by old Andrew, and I thought of those lines, "Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore." That particular application just suddenly, occurred to me, but she inspired it." "You're a born schoolma'am," Insall laughed.
The next day Insall disappeared. No one knew where he had gone, but his friends in Silliston believed he had been seized by one of his sudden, capricious fancies for wandering. For many months his name was not mentioned between Augusta Maturity and Janet. By the middle of June they had gone to Canada....
Presently, through the veil, she recognized Silliston a very different Silliston from that she had visited on the fragrant day in springtime, when the green on the common had been embroidered with dandelions, and the great elms whose bare branches were now fantastically traced against the flowing veil of white heavy with leaf.
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