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"Let her suffer!" Emilia's eyes flashed. "Ah!" and Georgiana thought, "Have I come upon your nature at last?" However it might be, Emilia was determined to show it. "She took my lover from me, and I say, let her suffer! I would not hurt her myself I would not lay my finger on her: but she has eyes like blue stones, and such a mouth! I think the Austrian executioner has one like it.
He was seized by a thirst to hear the adorable girl, who stood there patiently, with her face lifted soft in moonlight. And then the blood thrilled along his veins, as if one more than mortal had touched him. It seemed to him long before he knew that Emilia's voice was in the air. In such a place, at such a time, there is no wizardry like a woman's voice. Emilia had gained in force and fulness.
"Offend! our concern is entirely for you," observed Cornelia. The explanation drew out a happy sparkle from Emilia's eyes. She seized her hand, kissed it, and cried: "I do thank you. I know I promised, but indeed I am quite pleased to go!" Mr. Barrett swung hurriedly round and walked some paces away with his head downward. The ladies remained in a tolerant attitude for a minute or so, silent.
She had often forgot her sorrows in these amusements, when her mind was too much occupied to derive consolation from books, and she was assiduous to impart to Emilia and Julia a power so valuable as that of beguiling the sense of affliction. Emilia's taste led her to drawing, and she soon made rapid advances in that art. Julia was uncommonly susceptible of the charms of harmony.
"Be very careful," he would have repeated, but that he had a warning sense of the ludicrous, and Emilia's large eyes when they fixed calmly on a face were not of a flighty east She stood, too, with the "dignity of sadness," as he was pleased to phrase it. "She must be safe here," he said to himself. And yet, upon reflection, he decided not to leave her, peremptorily informing her to that effect.
And the two girls went upstairs together, brought for the moment into more sisterly nearness by the very thing that had seemed likely to set them forever apart. SO short was the period between Emilia's betrothal and her marriage, that Aunt Jane's sufferings over trousseau and visits did not last long. Mr. Lambert's society was the worst thing to bear.
The first related to their brother's whereabouts; the second to Emilia's condition. Tracy had no time to reply. Mrs. Chump had identified herself with Brookfield so warmly that the defection of Mr. Pericles was a fine legitimate excitement to her. "I hate 'm!" she cried. "I pos'tively hate the man! And he to go to church! A pretty figure for an angel he, now!
Emilia took his arm, and as they were passing through the hall of entrance they met the same gentleman who had directed them to the spot of quiet. Both she and Sir Purcell heard him say to a companion: "There she is." A deep glow covered Emilia's face. "Do they know you?" asked Sir Purcell. "No," she said: and then he turned, but the couple had gone on. "That deserves chastisement," he muttered.
A quivering dimple of tenderness hung for a moment in Emilia's cheeks, as she looked upon Wilfrid. Then she said falteringly, "I think they wish to be as we do." "Alone?" cried Wilfrid. "Yes; that is why I brought him over. He will come anywhere with me." "You must be mistaken." "No; I know it." "Did he tell you so?" "No; Mr. Powys did." "Told you that Lady Charlotte " "Yes. Not, is; but, was.
Merthyr was not unwilling to speak of her, and say what he feared and desired for Emilia's sake; and Georgiana read, by this mark of confidence, how sincerely she was loved and trusted by him. "One never can have more than half of a man's heart," she thought adding, "It's our duty to deserve that, nevertheless." She was mystified.
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