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When she was on her feet again, she felt for the first time, that she was nearing the sister for whom she hungered, and the sensation beset her that she had landed in a foreign country. Mary Ann Wicklow chattered all the while to the general ear. It was her pride to be the discoverer of Dahlia's terrace.
She did not realize the consequences of the act, or strength would have come to her to wrestle with the coil: a stir of her blood would have endued her with womanly counsel and womanly frenzy; nor could Rhoda have opposed any real vehemence of distaste to the union on Dahlia's part. But Dahlia's blood was frozen, her brain was under lead.
After such personal experiences, she suffered great longings to be with her sister, that the touch of her hand, the gaze of her eyes, the tone of Dahlia's voice, might make her sure of her sister's safety. Rhoda's devotions in church were frequently distracted by the occupants of the Blancove pew. Mrs.
Anthony smacked his hand tight on his open mouth. He was guiltless of any intended cruelty, and Dahlia's first impulse when she had got her breath, was to soothe him. She took his hand. "Dear father! poor father! Dear, dear father!" she kept saying. "Rhoda don't think it," Anthony assured her. "No?" and Dahlia's bosom exulted up to higher pain. "Rhoda declares you are married.
"She begs," Mrs. Sumfit answered to him "She begs, William, on'y a short five minutes to pray by herself, which you will grant unto her, dear, you will. Lord! what's come upon us?" "Quick, and down with the box, then, mother," he rejoined. The box was dragged out, and Dahlia's door was shut, that she might have her last minutes alone.
Fleming, my cart's at the gate, and I've got business, and she's my wife." The farmer called for Mrs. Sumfit to come up and pack Dahlia's box, and the forlorn woman made her way to the bedroom. All the house was silent. Rhoda closed her sight, and she thought: "Does God totally abandon us?" She let her father hear: "Father, you know that you are killing your child." "I hear ye, my lass," said he.
He detested brute force, with a finely-witted man's full loathing; and Dahlia's obnoxious champion had grown to be associated in his mind with Dahlia. He swept them both from his recollection abhorrently, for in his recollection he could not divorce them. He pretended to suppose that Dahlia, whose only reproach to him was her suffering, participated in the scheme to worry him.
After such personal experiences, she suffered great longings to be with her sister, that the touch of her hand, the gaze of her eyes, the tone of Dahlia's voice, might make her sure of her sister's safety. Rhoda's devotions in church were frequently distracted by the occupants of the Blancove pew. Mrs.
In pity for his torpid incredulity she begged him to examine her house from top to bottom, and herself conducted him to Dahlia's room. "That bed has not been slept in," said the lawyer, pointing his finger to it. "No, sir; poor thing! she didn't sleep last night. She's been wearying for weeks; and last night her sister came, and they hadn't met for very long.
He wrote to her that he could not marry her, and it did the mischief, and may well be repented of; but he wishes to be forgiven and make amends well, such as he can. He's been abroad, and only received Dahlia's letters within the last two or three days. He seems to love her, and to be heartily wretched. Just hear me out; you'll decide; but pray, pray don't be rash.
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