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With the narrowness of view which is common enough in good and warm-hearted women, she could only regard him as the disturber of happiness, the ruin of Thyrza's prospects.
Thyrza's love was a thing for which one would dare uttermost perdition, the blind leap once taken. Yes, but that leap he would not take; he was on firm ground; he knew what honour meant; he acknowledged the sanctity of obligations between man and man. But if she loved him, was it right that she should wed Grail? Obligations, forsooth!
'I meant what I said, that I've neither written nor spoken, nor him to me. He won't know where I am; I shall have nothing to do with him in any way. But of course if you refuse to believe me, what's the use of saying it! There was a strange intonation in Thyrza's voice as she added these words. She looked and spoke with a certain pride, which Lydia had never before remarked in her.
They loved her, every one of them, and clung to her desperately when she said sue could stay no longer. 'Good-bye! she said, waving her hand at the door. 'No, no! cried several voices. 'There's 'good-night' yet, Mrs. Ormonde! 'Why, of course there is, she laughed; 'but that's no reason why I shouldn't say good-bye. She took Thyrza's hand and led her down.
'So the day's coming, Thyrza. Thyrza played with the ends of a small boa which was about her neck. She had no reply. Her tongue refused to utter a sound. 'What's the matter? Thyrza's hand fell, she touched the sewing that was on Totty's lap. Then she touched Totty's hand. 'Will you tell me about about Mr. Ackroyd?
Left alone, after Thyrza's second visit to him in the library, Egremont had no mind to continue his task. He idled about for a while, read half a page in a volume he took out of the box at hazard, then put on his overcoat and went out by the front door, which he locked behind him with the key he carried for his own convenience. He was wishing that he had not fallen into this piece of folly.
Since Thyrza's engagement to Gilbert, there was no longer need of subtle self-deceptions, but, though she might now freely think of him, Lydia soon found that Ackroyd was not the same in her eyes. The first rumours of his abandonment to vulgar dissipation she utterly refused to credit, but before long she had to believe them in spite of herself.
Perhaps such a thing had never happened before, as that Thyrza's hair should have needed doing twice in one day. She had begged it this evening. 'You won't mind, Lyddy? I feel it's rough, and I think I ought to look nice don't you? 'You're a vain little thing! 'I don't think I am, Lyddy. It's only natural. A moment or two, and Thyrza said: 'Lyddy, I think you ought to come down as well.
But when it's a shearin', or a dippin', yo' unnerstand, farmin' folk'll coom a long way to help yan anuther." "Are they all farmers about here?" "Mostly. Well, there's Duddon Castle!" Thyrza's voice, a little muffled by the tin-tacks in the mouth, came from somewhere near the top of a tall window "Oh an' I forgot!
Thyrza's mood was purely of admiration, and of joy in being deemed worthy to visit such scenes. And all the time she kept saying to herself, 'Another whole day! I shall be by the sea again tomorrow! I shall sleep and wake close by the sea! Presently Mrs. Ormonde had to absent herself for a few minutes.
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