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"Nothing," said the old man softly; "only, boy, that I wish you God speed." There was the clatter of hoofs heard through the open window, and Mark hurriedly kissed his sister. "I'll take care," he said, smiling. "But the Darley men may attack you, Mark," she whispered excitedly. "I'm not afraid," he said, laughing. "Don't let Ralph Darley die, Master Rayburn; he isn't such a bad fellow after all."
Elsie would have been burned for a witch in old times. I have seen the girl look at Miss Darley when she had not the least idea of it, and all at once I would see her grow pale and moist, and sigh, and move round uneasily, and turn towards Elsie, and perhaps get up and go to her, or else have slight spasmodic movements that looked like hysterics; do you believe in the evil eye, Doctor?" "Mr.
Dudley Venner took the account and read it through, without changing a feature. Then he turned to Silas Peckham. "You may make arrangements for a new assistant in the branches this lady has taught. Miss Helen Darley is to be my wife. I had hoped to have announced this news in a less abrupt and ungraceful manner.
Do you think she has any special fancy for anybody else in the school besides Miss Darley?" Mr. Bernard could not stand the old Doctor's spectacled eyes without betraying a little of the feeling natural to a young man to whom a home question involving a possible sentiment is put suddenly.
And the great schoolroom of the Apollinean Institute did really make so pretty a show on the morning when Master Langdon entered it, that he might be pardoned for asking Miss Darley more questions about his scholars than about their lessons.
The truth was that Dudley Veneer and Helen Darley met as two travellers might meet in the desert, wearied, both of them, with their long journey, one having food, but no water, the other water, but no food. Each saw that the other had been in long conflict with some trial; for their voices were low and tender, as patiently borne sorrow and humbly uttered prayers make every human voice.
It was only necessary to look for a moment at the fair, open forehead, the still, tranquil eye of gentle, habitual authority, the sweet gravity that lay upon the lips, to hear the clear answers to the pupils' questions, to notice how every request had the force without the form of a command, and the young man could not doubt that the good genius of the school stood before him in the person of Helen Darley.
Two men were fifty yards away, to right and left; and two more were right behind, sixty or seventy yards, in full pursuit. "Forward!" shouted Mark. "No mercy, Darley; run your fellow through, and then turn and spit that fellow on your right."
"You were not passing this way, sir; no brother-in-arms lived here, but an officer, under whom you once served; and you had some object in view to make you cross our desolate moors," said Sir Morton, sternly. "If you want help, speak out." "I am no beggar, Sir Morton Darley," said the man, in blustering tones. "I am glad to hear it. Now, then, what is it?"
The truth was that Dudley Veneer and Helen Darley met as two travellers might meet in the desert, wearied, both of them, with their long journey, one having food, but no water, the other water, but no food. Each saw that the other had been in long conflict with some trial; for their voices were low and tender, as patiently borne sorrow and humbly uttered prayers make every human voice.
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