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She was half frightened, yet in a moment found words. 'Please, she said it seemed to her the only way of explaining her intrusion 'is there any one in the school now? The old woman examined her, coldly, searchingly. 'No, there ain't, she replied. 'Is it you as is a-goin' to live here? This was something like witchcraft to Thyrza. 'Yes, I am, fell from her lips. 'All right.
'What sort of people would have that thought? 'Oh, very many that I know. 'Surely not, Mrs. Emerson! But it's quite true; my cheeks feel a little hot to-night. They generally do when I've been making myself very happy about anything. 'But you're always so happy. 'Not more than you are, Thyrza replied, laughing. 'Well, I think you show it more.
Thyrza that's Miss Trent, I mean was so anxious; she's never been to the seaside. Will you just ask him? 'Oh yes, I will. 'I'm sorry I've had to draw back, Mr. Bunce, after offering 'It don't matter a bit, Miss Nancarrow. Miss Trent 'll do just as well, if she really don't mind the trouble. 'Trouble! Why, she'd give anything to go! Please get Mr. Grail to let her.
The world has beautiful things in it, and one of the most beautiful is hope. It was partly out of kindness to Thyrza that Totty Nancarrow had changed her mind about going to Eastbourne. Having seen her and mentioned the matter, Totty saw at once how eagerly Thyrza would accept such a chance.
The verses to the memory of a lost love veiled as "Thyrza," of moderate artistic merit, were not, as Moore alleges, mere plays of imagination, but records of a sincere grief. Another intimacy exerted so much influence on this phase of the poet's career, that to pass it over would be like omitting Vanessa's name from the record of Swift.
It seemed to her very foolish to remember so persistently that Egremont had said nothing of the girl's strange loveliness, yet she could not help thinking of the omission as something significant. She even recollected that, in speaking to her of Thyrza, he had turned his eyes seaward. Such trifles could mean nothing as regarded Egremont, but how in reference to herself?
He would not have recourse to the old dishonesty, and say that his love had been folly. Was it not rather the one golden memory he had? Was it not of infinite significance? One loves a woman madly, and she gives proof of such unworthiness that love is killed. Why, even then the dead thing was inestimably precious; one would not forget it. And Thyrza was no woman of this kind.
She preferred to keep silence, though her anxiety was constant. Out of the disparaging rumours which had found ready credence in the circle of the Tyrrells, and the facts which she had under her own eyes, it was not difficult for her to construct a story whereby this catastrophe could be explained without attributing anything more than misfortune to either Egremont or Thyrza.
I remember well how much they are to each other. It has been no less than heroism in Thyrza to submit to practical separation for so long a time, at your mere bidding, without explanation asked or given. 'Shall you speak of me to Thyrza before my return? No, I suppose you will take no such responsibility.
Lydia had followed the unfolding of the tale with growing surprise. It was impossible to doubt Thyrza's truthfulness. Yet there must be more on Egremont's part than appeared. Why did he exact secrecy about those meetings in the library? There was little doubt that Thyrza had betrayed herself to him.
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