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Thorold's too, doing all that was possible for us both. And Preston was fearfully jealous and irritable; and wrote, I knew long afterwards, to my mother; and my mother sent me orders to return home to her at once and leave everything; and Dr. Sandford never gave me the letters. I missed nothing; knew nothing; asked nothing; until the day came that I was looking for. It came, and left me.
With that inconsistent mingling of small things with great in one's perceptions, which everybody knows, I remember the soft feel of the fine grey cloth along with the clasp of Thorold's arms and the touch of his cheek resting upon my hair.
Old Jake was whining; Thorold's voice held an angry rasp. "Four thousand, you cursed miser, and not a cent less," Thorold was saying. "Three," whined the other. "You ain't splitting fair. I got to take the stones out of their setting, and sell 'em for what I can get. Stolen stuff's got to go cheap. You know that." "It's worth ten or twelve, and you'll get at least eight for it," growled Thorold.
And he came before day to Stamford, where Abbot Thorold lay at his ease in his inn with his hommes d'armes asleep in the hall. And the churchwarden knocked them up, and drew Abbot Thorold's curtains with a face such as his who "drew Priam's curtains in the dead of night, And would have told him, half his Troy was burned";
I felt no weariness; but I remember the grave, tender examination of Thorold's eyes, which seemed to touch me with their love, to find out whether I and himself might be indulged or not. It was a bit of the thoughtful, watchful affection which always surrounded me when he was near. I never had it just so from anybody else. "It won't do, Daisy," said he gaily.
Thorold's bed I sang, leaning hard against strength and love out of sight; and my voice was as clear as ever. The ward was so very still that I should have thought nothing could come in or go out without my being conscious of a stir. However, the absolute hush continued, until it occurred to me that I must have been singing a great while, and I half turned and glanced down the room.
Peter seldom entered it without interest in its possibilities of entertainment, but to-day his father's strange and sudden preoccupation of manner ingulfed all the boy's thought. "What is it, dad?" he asked, a tightening fear screwing down upon his brain as he noted the change that had come over the mask that James Thorold's face held to the world. James Thorold made him no answer.
We did not go back to the discussions of that day, nor to any other regarding my affairs; but she and I scanned the papers well, and talked to each other of the items that seemed now to touch Thorold's and my future as well as the future of the country. We talked, I could not help it; and yet often I would as lief not; the subjects were not quieting.
He reached forward, and possessed himself of a well-filled wallet that Thorold had added to the heterogeneous collection in front of him. Thorold's face was black with fury. "There's the watch, you cheap poke-getter!" he choked. "Don't forget to frisk that while you're at it!" Jimmie Dale examined the collection with a sort of imperturbable appraisement. "No," he said judicially.
He tore one of Thorold's arms free from his neck they were cheek to cheek Thorold was snarling out a torrent of blasphemy with gasping breath he wrenched himself free still and then, their two hands outstretched and clasped together as though in some grim devil's waltz, they reeled toward the bed at the far end of the room, and smashed into a chair.
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