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Talcott smiled, as he gazed at the driving canvass, which went a quarter of a mile before it struck the water, whirling like a kite that has broken its string, and then he shook his head. I disliked, too, the tremendous surges of the fore-sail, when it occasionally collapsed and as suddenly filled, menacing to start every bolt, and to part every rope connected with block or spar.
Tante had been hasty, even unkind; but she was piteous, absorbed in this great devotion; and Tante loved her. She walked beside Mrs. Talcott and helped her with the slugs. "Been out for a walk, Karen?" Mrs. Talcott inquired. They had reached the end of the border and moved on to a higher one. "Only to the cliff," said Karen. "You look kind of tired," Mrs.
Talcott. "You'll not mind having me here for all the time now again, will you?" she asked, smiling a little, with determination, for she did not wish Mrs. Talcott to guess what she had seen. "No," said Mrs. Talcott, continuing to gaze before her, and shaking her head. "No, I'll be glad of that. We get on real well together, I think."
She laid both her hands on the old woman's arm while she steadied her voice to speak this last thought. "Wait. You are so kind to me, Mrs. Talcott; but you have made everything strange and dreadful. I must ask you one question, Mrs. Talcott. You have been with Tante all her life. No one knows her as you do. Tell me, Mrs. Talcott. You love Tante?"
Talcott, rising and fixing an acute gaze upon her, "don't you go and make things worse than they are. Don't you go interfering between Karen and her husband. The first move's got to come from them.
It is beautiful country there, too; I have driven there with my guardian, and it is a beautiful town to see, lying in a wide curve around its blue bay. It is softer and milder than here. A bend of the coast makes so much difference. But why am I telling you all this, when of course you know it! I forget that anyone knows Cornwall but Mrs. Talcott and my guardian and me.
Talcott, slightly invalided, could be installed before the great woman's return, she might keep her out for the rest of her stay in London, and must, certainly, keep Karen in to a greater extent than when she had no guest to entertain. Karen could not suspect his motive; he saw that from her frank look of pleasure. She promised to do her best.
Talcott had a broken night and it was like a continuation of some difficult and troubled dream when she heard the voice of Mercedes saying to her: "Tallie, Tallie, wake up. Tallie, will you wake! Bon Dieu! how she sleeps!"
Talcott? Is Talcott asleep, Miles?" "He and the second-mate are hard at it, sir full and by, and going ten knots," I muttered, wishing my tormentor in Japan, at the moment. "Ay; they are rackers at a sleep! I say, Miles, such a discovery as this will make a man's fortune!
We have had our tea and the sunlight slants in over the white freesia and white hyacinths. There are primroses everywhere, too, and they make the room seem more full of sunlight. You could hardly see a more beautiful room. Mrs. Talcott sits before the fire with her skirt turned up and her feet in square-toed shoes on the fender and looks into the fire.
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