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Halloway stood looking after her with an amused sparkle in his eyes. "Miss Geraldine Vernor," he said to himself, "with all your beauty and your reputed accomplishments and intellect, you would yet do well to take a few lessons of my little friend Phebe Lane." "Gerald, what are you thinking of?" "I was wondering how soon you would let us have the lamp."
The vivid light, flung so full upon her, showed traces of passionate weeping; and her white dress all scorched and burned and hopelessly ruined, with the rich lace hanging in shreds from the sleeves, made her a startling contrast indeed to the usually calm, self-possessed, perfectly-dressed Gerald Vernor. Denham sprang forward to take the heavy lamp from her. "How is she, please?" Gerald started.
Gerald Vernor is as indifferent to me as it is possible for one human creature to be to another. I hold no more place in her thoughts than had I never existed. And yet, Soeur Angélique, I am fool enough, or helpless enough, whichever you please, to love her.
"What are you talking about?" asked Phebe, coming up and leaning wearily against a tree. "About you and Miss Vernor," explained Bell. "Which of you is happier? I should say Miss Vernor decidedly." A loving look came into Phebe's eyes, as she glanced down at Gerald. "Miss Vernor, of course", she said, with a very tender inflection of voice. "Being what she is, how can she help being the happier?"
He was a man of dogmas, and he was sure to have a rule of life as clear as if it had been written out in his beautiful copper-plate hand adapted to the conduct of a gentleman toward a friend in pecuniary embarrassment. What is more, he was sure to adhere to it. Mr. Vernor, I believe, got on his feet, paid his debt, and vowed my father an eternal gratitude.
Presently, turning about, I saw him looking at the young lady's photograph. "Of course, now," he said, "I have no right to keep it!" And before I could ask for another glimpse of it, he had thrust it into the fire. "I am sorry to be saying it just now," I observed after a while, "but I shouldn't wonder if Miss Vernor were a charming creature." "Go and find out," he answered, gloomily.
I shall have to abandon elbow sleeves. Now please let go the brush." "Miss Vernor, why should you be so cruel to yourself? Do go up to the doctor at once!" "And take him away from Phebe? I will not. It won't hurt any more now than it has done already. I must ask you to let me have the brush, Mr. Halloway. I am losing time."
A thousand to one Miss Vernor is charming; I wonder you don't post off to Smyrna." "You are joking," he answered, with a wounded air, "and I am terribly serious. Let me tell you the rest. I never suspected this superior conspiracy till something less than a year ago. My father, wishing to provide against his death, informed me of it very solemnly.
Yes, I do know Miss Vernor very well, and I have worsted her in a great many arguments, you know her argumentative turn, perhaps? If you will allow me, I will do myself the honor of calling upon her when she comes, and upon yourself, if I may have the pleasure." "Not if you come with the intention of putting Gerald out of conceit with Joppa. I want her to stay a long, long time."
It's such a triumph to get him away from Miss Vernor for once, though I suspect I'll have to pay for it by doing more than half the rowing myself. I don't suppose he would exert his precious self to pull an oar more than five minutes at a time. Amy tried her best to get Mr. Halloway, and so did the Dexters. The way those girls run after him is a caution even to me; but they didn't get him.
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