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Darrell would consent to your union with the child of peasants, and not with his own grandchild?" "Sir, sir, you rack me to the heart; but if you knew all, you would not wonder to hear me say, 'I dare not ask Mr. Darrell to bless my union with the daughter of Jasper Losely." Waife suppressed a groan, and began to pace the room with disordered steps, "But," resumed Lionel, "go to Fawley yourself.
Darrell does not visit Waife's room that day; he concludes that Waife and Sophy would wish to be much alone; he dreads renewal of the only subject on which he has no cheering word to say. Sophy's smile, Sophy's face haunted him. In vain he repeated to himself: "Tut, it will soon pass only a girl's first fancy."
Saunders promised, between tears and laughter; blessed Waife, kissed Sophy, patted Sir Isaac, and stood long at her threshold watching the three, as the early sun lit their forms receding in the narrow green lane, dewdrops sparkling on the hedgerows, and the skylark springing upward from the young corn. Then she slowly turned indoors, and her home seemed very solitary.
And the scholar, overjoyed, fell on his breast, embracing him as a son. "You know," said George, in trembling accents, "that the hand you have taken will never betray, never desert; but is it is it really powerless to raise and to restore you to your place?" "Powerless amongst your kind for that indeed," answered Waife, in accents still more tremulous.
Waife, it is true, had told you that his son was profligate, spendthrift, lawless sought her, not from natural affection, but as an instrument to be used, roughly and coarsely, for the purpose of extorting money from Mr. Darrell. But this stops far short of the terrible reality.
She was smoothing down its frock, which she fancied had got ruffled, smoothing it down with a sort of fearful tenderness, the doll all the while staring her full in the face with its blue bead eyes. Waife, seated near her, was trying to talk gayly; to invent fairy tales blithe with sport and fancy: but his invention flagged, and the fairies prosed awfully.
But to one of your knowledge of the world, I need not say that your silence deprives me of the power to assist yourself. We'll talk no more of that." WAIFE. "Thank you, gratefully, Mr. Mayor." MR. HARTOPP. "But for the little girl, make your mind easy, at least for the present. I will place her at my farm cottage.
At these word, Waife understands all, and he has not an argument in reply; and he suffers Sophy to lead him towards the house. Yes, they will go hence yes, there shall be no schemes of marriage!
While Waife was reading, he had turned himself aside from Sophy; he had risen he had gone to the deep recess of the old mullioned window, half screening himself beside the curtain. Noiselessly, Sophy followed; and when he had closed the letter, she laid her hand on his arm, and said very quietly: "Grandfather, may I read that letter?" Waife was startled, and replied on the instant, "No, my dear."
"Yes presently," answered Sophy, and she did not move. Waife was seriously alarmed. He paused a moment-then went back to his room took his hat and his staff came back. "Sophy, I should like to hobble out and breathe the air; it will do me good. Will you give me your arm? I am still very weak."
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