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"You were pledged to Trenby," he said slowly. "That was different. I couldn't ask you to break your pledge to him, even had I been free to do so. You were his, not mine. . . . But you had given no promise to Maryon Rooke." The incalculable reproach and accusation of those last words seemed to burn their way right into her heart. In a flash of revelation the whole thing became clear to her.
"Don't ask me!" Slowly his hand fell away from her shoulder. "Then it's true? You don't care? Trenby has taken my place?" A heavy silence dropped between them, broken only by the sullen roll of thunder. Nan shivered a little. Her face was still hidden in her hands.
At the same moment, to her unspeakable relief, Kitty looked into the room to enquire gaily: "Are you two still saying good-bye?" Trenby rose reluctantly. "No. We were just making arrangements about Nan's coming to the Hall to meet my mother. We've fixed it all up, so I must be off now."
Tell me tell me quick, what shall I ask for you? Liot, dear one, tell me!" "Ask that I may be forgiven all my sins." "Is there one great sin, dear one? Oh, tell me now one about Bele Trenby? Speak quickly, Liot. Did you see him die?" "I did, but I hurt him not." "He went into the moss?" "Yes." "You could have saved him and did not?"
Nothing was surer in Liot's mind than that Bele Trenby was the child of the Evil One and an inheritor of the kingdom of wrath; for Bele did the works of his father every day, and every hour of the day, and Liot told himself that it was impossible there should be any fellowship between them.
"I think you'll quite approve, Aunt Eliza," answered Nan with a becoming meekness. "I'm engaged to marry Roger Trenby." "Well, I hope ye'll be happier than maist o' the married folks I ken. Eh!" with a chuckle "but Roger's picked a stick for his own back!" Nan smiled. "Do you think I'll be so bad to live with, then?" "'Tisn't so much that you'll be bad with intent.
Kitty had told her of Barry's interview with Trenby and of its utter futility, and, although Nan had been prepared to sacrifice her whole existence to the man who had suffered so terrible an injury, she was bitterly disappointed that he proposed exacting it from her as a right rather than accepting it as a free gift.
So, in accordance with Eliza's advice, everyone refrained from "playing providence" and Nan's engagement to Roger Trenby progressed along conventional lines.
"Nan, is it true that you're engaged to Trenby?" he asked. "Quite true." She had to force the answer to her lips. Mallory's face was rather stern. "Why didn't you tell me this afternoon?" "I I couldn't, Peter," she said, under her breath. "I couldn't." His face still wore that white, unsmiling look.
"You must come up and see us as soon as your visit to Trenby comes to an end," wrote Penelope, and Nan devoutly wished it could end that very moment. "I don't think you heard me, Nan." Lady Gertrude's incisive voice cut sharply across the pulsing excitement of the girl's thoughts. "I I no. Did you speak to me?" she faltered.
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