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All about him sound as a rock but the heart; that has been horribly worried; something worries it now. His heart may be seen in his eye. Watch his eye; it is missing some face it is accustomed to see." Darrell changed colour. He stole back into Waife's room, and took the old man's hand. Waife returned the pressure, and said: "I was just praying for you and and I am sinking fast.
Let me go let me go let me go!" He wrenched himself away from his father's clasp drowning with loud tone his father's pathetic soothings out of the house-down the hill lost to sight in the shades of the falling eve. Waife fell on the floor of his threshold, exclaiming, sobbing, moaning, as voice itself gradually died away.
"Did not they take away the carpets and silk curtains, and all the fine things you had as a little boy?" "I don't know," replied Waife, with a puzzled look, "that people actually took them away; but they melted away. "However, I had much still to be thankful for: I was so strong, and had such high spirits, Sophy, and found people not behaving ill to me, quite the contrary, so kind.
Sophy listened very earnestly, very gravely, and then sliding her hand from the Mayor, caught hold of her grandfather's arm firmly, and said, "And you, Grandy, will you like it? won't it be dull for you, Grandy dear?" "Why, my darling," said Waife, "I and Sir Isaac will go and take a stroll about the country for a few weeks, and " "I thought so; I thought he meant that.
He ascertained that the fugitive certainly had not left by the railway or by any of the public conveyances; he sent scoots over all the neighbourhood: he enlisted the sympathy of the police, who confidently assured him that they had "a network over the three kingdoms." Rugge's suspicions were directed to Waife: he could collect, however, no evidence to confirm them.
Alban looked thoughtful, and George turned to rejoin Waife, to whom Vance was narrating the discovery of Sophy's parentage; while Fairthorn, as he listened, drew his flute from his pocket, and began screwing it, impatient to vent in delicate music what he never could have set into words for his blundering, untunable tongue.
I shall be better to-morrow; I shall indeed!" Waife looked fondly into her face, but his spirits were too much exhilarated to allow him to notice the unusual flush upon her cheek, except with admiration of the increased beauty which the heightened colour gave to her soft features. "Well," said he, "you are a pretty child! a very pretty child, and you act wonderfully.
"And you will tell me, I suppose," said Waife, with an incredulous, bitter irony, that seemed to wither himself in venting it, so did his whole frame recoil and shrink "you will tell me that it was from the same considerate tenderness that you would have again filched her from me some months later, to place her with that 'she-devil' who was once more by your side; to be reared and sold to O horror! horror! unimaginable horror! that pure helpless infant! you, armed with the name of father! you, strong in that mighty form of man!"
Waife rose; Sophy turned half in flight. The visitors approached. Here slowly, lingeringly, let fall the curtain. In the frank license of narrative, years will have rolled away ere the curtain rise again. Events that may influence a life often date from moments the most serene, from things that appear as trivial and unnoticeable as the great lady's visit to the basketmaker's cottage.
Laugh at forebodings of evil, but tremble after day-dreams of happiness. Waife left behind him at the cottage two letters, one entrusted to the bailiff, with a sealed bag, for Mr. Hartopp; one for Sophy, placed on a chair beside her bed. The first letter was as follows:
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