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He's fond of all of us, in his way." "Wot of Ally. Don't you know why? He can't look at her without thinking of how awful he is." "And if he is a little You forget what he's had to go through." "You mean Mummy running away from him?" "Yes. And Mamma's dying. And before that there was Mother." Gwenda raised her head. "He killed Mother." "What do you mean?" "He did.
Gwenda raised her head. "You know, Molly, that that isn't true." "I said if. I suppose you think you had your chance, then?" "I don't think anything. Except that I've got to go." "You haven't. You're going to stay for dinner now you're here." "I can't, really, Mary." But Mary was obstinate. Whether her sister stayed or went she made it hard for her.
"My name is Gwenda Vaughan," she added, turning to Morva. "What is yours?" "Mine is Morva Lloyd; but I am generally called Morva of the Moor, I think. Mother's is Sara." "Good-bye, and thank you very much," said Gwenda, and Sara held her hand a moment between her own soft palms, while she looked into the girl's face. "You have a sweet, good face," she said.
Gwenda, for her own amusement, and regardless of sect and creed, the hopelessly distant hamlets and the farms scattered on the long, raking hillsides and the moors. Alice declared herself satisfied with her dominion over the organ and the village choir. Alice was behaving like an angel in her Paradise. No longer listless and sullen, she swept through the house with an angel's energy.
Thus arrayed and decorated, Alice sat up in her bed, her small slender body supported by huge pillows, white against white, with no color about her but the dull gold of her hair. Gwenda was still in the room, tidying it, when Mary brought Rowcliffe there. It was a Rowcliffe whom she had not yet seen. She had her back to him as he paused in the doorway to let Mary pass through.
She addressed herself to the parlormaid. "Tell Dr. Rowcliffe that tea is ready and that Miss Gwendolen is here." She really wanted Steven to come and deliver her from the situation she had created. But Rowcliffe delayed his coming. "Is it true that Steven's going to give up his practice?" Gwenda said presently. "Well no whatever he does he won't do that," said Mary.
Her brooding look said that she laid a secret fear to rest. "Garth couldn't satisfy a girl like Gwenda." Rowcliffe said no, he supposed it couldn't satisfy her. His dejection was by this time terrible. It cast a visible, a palpable gloom. "She's a restless creature," said Mary, smiling. There was no reason why he should be so horribly hurt.
"Do, dear; I love to see you on that music stool," said the good lady; and well she might, for Gwenda was a musician from the soul to the finger tips, and this evening she seemed possessed by the spirit of music, for long after the twilight had faded into darkness, she sat there pouring her very heart out in melody, and when she retired to rest her pillow was surrounded by thoughts and visions of happiness, more romantic and tender than had ever visited her before.
Gwenda said. Nobody spoke but Alice who was saying that she didn't want her milk. More than a year ago Alice had been ordered milk for her anæmia. She had milk at eleven, milk at her midday dinner, milk for supper, and milk last thing at night. She did not like milk, but she liked being ordered it.
We are very happy in our new home, and my uncle, though living under the same roof with us, is very kind and considerate, and never interferes with our plans. He seems very fond of Gwenda, and it would be strange if he were not, for she is as good as she is beautiful. The church here is filled with a large congregation, and they seem to appreciate my ministrations thoroughly.
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