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Cynthia was entreated to sing again and again, and was assured that people would flock to hear her and to see her more than ever. But she steadily refused to sing in any public place. She could not overcome the feeling that her audience only came to stare at her as Westwood's daughter, and not to hear her sing.
Cynthia thought that Kensington Gardens would be quiet enough in the morning for their purpose, and it was agreed that they should meet there the next day at noon. Westwood's disguise was so perfect that he did not attempt to seclude himself during the day. "And then," he said, "we can talk about you coming over to Ameriky, and living happy and quiet somewhere with me."
You may always count me among your audience." Cynthia remembered how this courteous gentlewoman had once put her hand over her eyes and declared that the sight of Westwood's daughter made her ill. The burning sense of injustice that had then taken possession of the child's soul rose up as strong as ever in the woman.
Nothing seemed to her more unlikely than that after so many years he should deliberately divest himself of name and fame, clear Westwood's reputation at the cost of his own, and sacrifice his freedom for the sake of a scruple of conscience.
Andrew Westwood's little girl was still sitting on the chair where she had been placed, her hands crossed before her on her lap, her bare feet swinging idly to and fro, her dark eyes fixed vaguely on the trees and shrubs of the Rectory garden, which she could see from the hall window. Hubert paused beside her and spoke. "I am going to leave you with this lady Mrs. Rumbold," he said.
"If she was desperate, she could, my dear. It's wonderful what strength a woman will have when she's in a temper. And maybe Mr. Vane failed her at the last moment wouldn't go with her away from England, or something o' that kind and she thought she would be revenged on him." The theory did credit to Reuben Westwood's imagination; but it was a mistaken one.
"You have no business to be out here in the road, talking to children whom you know nothing about." Enid shrank a little, but she did not drop the child's hand. "But, aunt Leo, she is hungry and " "Were you begging of this young lady?" Miss Vane said magisterially, her eyes bent full on the ragged girl's dark face. But Andrew Westwood's daughter would not speak.
Hubert closed the gate carefully behind him, and stood with his aunt so as to screen the child from observation, should friends or acquaintances pass by. He had a keen perception of the fact that Miss Vane was making an enormous effort over pride and prejudice and affectionate prepossessions of all kinds in even speaking a word to Andrew Westwood's child.
The people collect this in great quantities, and use it as food;* and the lopane large caterpillars three inches long, which feed on the leaves, and are seen strung together share the same fate. * I am favored with Mr. Westwood's remarks on this insect as follows: "Taylor Institution, Oxford, July 9, 1857.
"Have you nothing to say to me before I go?" No, he had nothing to say; he would never say anything again. The General was dead. The proceedings relating to Westwood's trial and Hubert Lepel's confession naturally excited great interest.
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