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These, however, were feelings that he could not well express, and once more he doubted Violet's comprehension. "My dear," he told her humbly, "I am sorry; but there was, I think, only one thing I could do." Violet, looking up, saw that his face was stern, and became sensible of a faint and perplexing repulsion from him. His languid gracefulness had vanished, and he was no longer gay or amusing.
Tell you what, I'll make you a cup of tea." "No, Ranny, don't. I'd rather not." She rose, and yet she did not go. He had never known Winny so undecided. Then suddenly she stooped. On the floor of the hearth rug she had caught sight of some bits of blue silk left from Violet's sewing.
"I am much older than you, I have many cares and duties to occupy and perplex me, and I have a little girl " Violet's face blooms with a sudden radiance as she lifts her innocent eyes, lovely with hope. "I like her so much," she says. "I am not very wise, but I could train her and take care of her if you would trust me." He smiles then. "I trust you in that and in all things," he makes answer.
It was the first time she had had to act for herself, and either she could not resolve to begin, or liked to feel its importance. Perhaps she was right in saying that Mr. Fotheringham would be disappointed if he supposed her Violet's equal, for though alike in lowliness, amiability, and good sense, she had not the same energy and decision.
Julia winced at the vision of a plump, forty-year-old siren sending coquettish side glances at an admiring Jim. Anger stirred dully within her. "Pretty?" she asked, in as nonchalant a voice as she could command. "Ivy Chancellor? No she's really plain," Barbara said, "a sandy, excitable little chatterbox, that's what SHE is! She's Lady Violet Dray's daughter; Lady Violet's quite lovely.
"I only encouraged him for the sake of his cigarettes. But I'm going to give up them too. The opium habit grows on one so." "Opium!" echoed Olga sharply. "Opium, dear child! It's a cunning mixture and most seductive. The astute Max little knew what he was inhaling this afternoon." Violet's words had a curious tremor in them as of semi-tragic mirth. Olga listened in horrified silence.
"I don't know how it's going to be now. She's the same, somehow, and yet different." It was his way of expressing the fact that Violet's suffering had given her a soul, and that this soul, this subtler and more inscrutable essence of her, would not necessarily be good. It might even be malignant. Most certainly it would be hostile. It would come between them.
Martindale, but I cannot think fit to comply with it. Arthur's income is fully sufficient to provide change of air for his family; and he ought not to expect always to leave his wife on other people's hands, while he is pursuing his own diversions." Theodora was glad to see that this did rouse Violet's indignation. 'Oh! he does not know. Do tell him it was all your kindness!
By this time they had walked gently back to the carriage, and now Mrs. Warrener and her daughter made their appearance. The elder woman noticed something strange about Violet's expression, but she did not speak of it, for surely the girl was happy enough? She was, indeed, quite merry. She told Mrs. Warrener she was ready to go with them to the Highlands whenever they chose.
Lady Martindale was too unwell to leave home, but Theodora was thankful to her father for deciding that her presence was necessary for Violet's sake; indeed, as they travelled in doubt and suspense, and she was continually reminded of that hurried journey when her unchastened temper had been the torment of herself and of her brother, she felt it an undeserved privilege to be allowed to go to him at all.
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