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He's insulted, threatened! And I love his little finger more than all the world!" Her passionate voice trembled, her eyes were shining. Mr. Treffry's profound discomfort found vent in the gruff words: "Sit down!" "I'll never speak to Father again! Oh! Uncle! I love him!" Quiet in the extremity of his disturbance, Mr.
Treffry's uneasy snoring; the reins were hanging loose, and, peering out, he saw Dominique shuffling along at the horses' heads. He joined him, and, one on each side, they plodded up and up. A haze had begun to bathe the trees, the stars burnt dim, the air was colder. Mr. Treffry woke coughing.
A sudden draught blew her hair about, and from within, Mr. Treffry's cough mingled with the soughing of the wind; the sky was fast blackening. She went indoors, took a pen and began to write: "MY FRIEND, Why haven't you written to me? It is so, long to wait. Uncle says you are in Italy it is dreadful not to know for certain.
Treffry's death, Christian was sitting at the window of a studio in St. John's Wood. The sky was covered with soft, high clouds, through which shone little gleams of blue. Now and then a bright shower fell, sprinkling the trees, where every twig was curling upwards as if waiting for the gift of its new leaves.
Treffry's profile, with its tufted chin; at the grey road adventuring in darkness; at the purple mass of mountains piled above it. All seemed utterly unreal. As if suddenly aware that he had a neighbour, Mr. Treffry turned his head. "We shall do better than this presently," he said, "bit of a slope coming. Haven't had 'em out for three days. Whoa-mare! Steady!"
So you return; I put off my departure, then. Vienna must wait for me that poor Vienna!" But noticing the extreme feebleness of Mr. Treffry's advance, he exclaimed with genuine concern: "What is it? You're ill? My God!" After disappearing for five minutes, he came back with a whitish liquid in a glass. "There!" he said, "good for the gout for a cough for everything!" Mr.
But as into the brain of one turning in his bed grim fancies will suddenly leap up out of warm nothingness, so there leaped into her mind the memory of that long ago dawn, when he had found her kneeling by Mr. Treffry's body. She seemed to see again the dead face, so gravely quiet, and furrowless.
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