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"You don't produce them in great numbers like the young lady I speak of." "Ah, she was good-looking?" laughed Winnington. "That, of course, gave her a most unfair advantage." "A man's jest," said the other dryly "and an old one. But naturally women take all the advantage they can get out of anything. They need it. However, this young lady had plenty of other gifts besides her beauty.
"Now, suppose you take this pencil, and twist it in the knot you know how? Have you done any First Aid?" She nodded. "I know." She did it well. The tourniquet acted, and the bleeding at once slackened. "All right!" said Winnington, smiling at her. "Now if I keep it up that ought to do!" She drew down the sleeve, and he put his hand into the motor-strap hanging near him, which supported it.
Winnington, Delia's guardian, disapproved of the lady she had brought with her, why, he could not recollect. This vague sense of something "naughty" and abnormal gave a certain tremor to his manner as he stood beside Gertrude Marvell, shifting from one foot to the other, and nervously plying her with tea-cake. Miss Marvell's dark eyes meanwhile glanced round the room, taking in everybody.
But that any young woman any motherless and fatherless girl should not think herself the most lucky of mortals to have obtained Mark Winnington as guide and defender, with first claim on his time, his brains, his kindness, seemed incredible to Mark's old friend and neighbour, accustomed to the daily signs of his immense and deserved popularity. Then it flashed upon her "Has she ever seen him?"
It is right to add that Blackbanks as the site of Antona was suggested to me many years ago by the late Canon Winnington Ingram, Rector of Harvington; in discussing the matter, however, we got no further than the bare suggestion derived from the appearance of long habitation and the occurrence of Roman coins and pottery in Blackbanks only, and without reference to the much larger area of Blackminster.
As Susy Amberley timidly approached her, and began to make conversation, she looked up coldly, and hardly answered. Meanwhile Mrs. Andrews was pouring out a flood of talk under which the uncomfortable Winnington for it always fell to him as host to entertain her sat practising endurance.
As they went in and out of the cottages of her father's estate, the cottages where Winnington was at home, and she a stranger, all that "other side" of any great argument began to speak to her without words.
She looked at him, half smiling, half hanging her head. "It was unwise and, I think, unkind!" said Winnington, with energy. "Unkind to you?" She lifted her beautiful eyes. There was something touching in their strained expression, and in her tone. "Unkind to yourself, first of all," he said, firmly. "I must repeat Miss Delia, that this man is not a fit associate for you or any young girl.
"For us of the elder generation to see our work all undone by these maniacs! They have dashed the cup from our very lips." "Ah! I forgot you were a Suffragist," said Winnington, smiling at her. "Suffragist?" she held up her head indignantly "I should rather think I am. My parents were friends of Mill, and I heard him speak for Woman Suffrage when I was quite a child.
Meanwhile Susy and Winnington were deep in conversation very technical much of it about a host of subjects they seemed to have in common. Delia silent and rather restless, watched them both, the girl's sweet, already faded, face, and Winnington's expression. When they emerged from the cottage Susy said shyly to Delia "Won't you come to tea with me some day next week?" "Thank you. I should like to.
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