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The hillside immediately in front of those who stood here was so deeply shadowed that its contrast threw the vision of unearthly light into distance immeasurable. A wind was rising, but, though its low whistling sound was very audible, it seemed to be in the upper air; here scarcely a breath was felt. Annabel said: 'Have you seen Thyrza's portrait? 'Yes.
Melrose nodded, and Thyrza mounted a chair, and proceeded to put up the curtains, turning an observant eye now and then on the thin-faced lady sitting on the sofa, her long fingers clasped round her knees, and her eyes so large and staring as to be rather ugly than beautiful in Thyrza's opinion wandering absently round the room. "It's a clashy day," Thyrza ventured at last.
'I hope for better things. Tell me just one thing, before we change the subject. What is your opinion of her sister? What do you really know of her? 'I know nothing save what I have gathered from Thyrza's talk, and from Grail's. I never saw her. But there can be little doubt that she is of sterling character. 'Well, let it be. Now come in with me.
And when the three drew chairs about the fire, Gilbert had something of moment to communicate, something upon which he had resolved since Thyrza's departure. 'Lyddy, he began, 'mother and I think Thyrza had better not go to work again. As she is going to miss to-morrow morning, it'll be a good opportunity for making the change. Isn't it better? Lydia did not reply at once.
To tell the truth, it isn't often I sleep more than three or four hours. Good-night, Mrs. Emerson! 'Good-night, happy girl! She went away, laughing in pure, liquid notes. Her light step could not be heard as she ran up the stairs. It wanted but a week of the day to which Thyrza's life had pointed for two years.
Before to-night she had not pondered so continuously on what she knew of him. For some two years he had been an acquaintance, through the Bowers, and she had felt glad when it was plain that he sought Thyrza's society.
There were remarks aside between the men with regard to Thyrza's personal appearance. She must sing again. They were not going to be left with hungry ears after a song like that. Thyrza still suffered from the sense that she was doing wrong, but the praise was so sweet to her; sweeter, she thought, than anything she had ever known. She longed to repeat her triumph.
Jarmey, the landlady of the house in which the sisters lived, had business in the neighbourhood of the 'Prince Albert, and chanced to exchange a word with an acquaintance who had just come away after hearing Thyrza sing. Returning home, she found Lydia at the door, anxiously and impatiently waiting for Thyrza's appearance.
She had no pain; her faculties were numbed; her will had spent itself. Mrs. Ormonde brought her meals, speaking only a word of gentleness. In the evening Thyrza said to her: 'Will you stay a few minutes? She sat down and took Thyrza's hand. The latter continued: 'I shall be glad if they would give me the sewing to do again, and the work at the Home. Do you think they will, Mrs. Ormonde?
Ormonde said: 'You must come into the house now, Thyrza. You shall be quite alone; you must lie down. 'No, I can't stay here, Mrs. Ormonde. I must go back before it gets too late. I must go to the station. Even had Thyrza's condition allowed of this, her friend would have dreaded to lose sight of her now, to let her travel to London and thereafter be alone.
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