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It was their number that overcame one, as the tiny arrows of the Lilliputs overcame Gulliver. One of Hadria's best friends in Craddock Dene was Joseph Fleming, who had become very intimate at the Red House during the last year or two. Other men might have thought she was laughing at them, but Joseph made no such mistake when Mrs. Temperley broke out, as she did now and then, in fantastic fashion.
People might have been forgiven for not understanding her, as perhaps her hostess felt, noticing Hadria's animation, and the extraordinary power that she was wielding over everyone in the room, young and old. That power seemed to burn in the deep eyes, whose expression changed from moment to moment. Hadria's cheeks, for once, had a faint tinge of colour.
Fullerton's healthy roar following, avalanche-like, upon the reminiscence. "We thought him a good and kind magician when we were children," was Hadria's thought, "and now one is grown up, there is no disillusion. He is a good and kind magician still."
For some time, however, the dominant impression on Hadria's mind was of her own gigantic ignorance. This ignorance was far more confusing and even misleading than it had been when its proportions were less defined. The faint twinkle of light revealed the dusky outline, bewildering and discouraging the imagination.
He thought but little of a musical gift, having no sympathy with music; and since he had never known what it was to receive anything but help and encouragement in the exercise of his own talents, the effect upon the mind and character of such an experience as Hadria's, was beyond the range of his conceptions. He understood subtly, and misunderstood completely, at one and the same time.
"It is so difficult to know which is the least," said Valeria. "I don't believe there is a 'least. They are both unbearable. It is a question which best fits one's temperament, which leads soonest to resignation." "Oh, Hadria, you would never achieve resignation!" cried Valeria. "Oh, some day, perhaps!" Valeria shook her head. She had no belief in Hadria's powers in that direction.
"To be sure, ma'am, to be sure, a nice young lady, and so cheerful," said the good woman, bustling off to wind up the tall old clock with the wise-looking face, that had been allowed to run down since Hadria's last visit. "Seems more cheerful like," observed the caretaker, as the steady tick-tack began to sound through the quiet room. "And have you fed my birds regularly, Mrs.
Hadria's eyes flashed, and she stood drawn up, straight and defiant, before the mantel-piece. "Ah! there is a fiercer Salamis and a crueller Marathon yet to be fought, before the world will so much as guess what freedom means. I have no illusions now, regarding my own chances, but I should hold it as an honour to stand and fall at Thermopylae, with Leonidas and his Spartans."
And beyond all these influences, tending in the same direction, was the underlying spirit of rebellion against the everlasting "Thou shalt not" that met a woman at every point, and turned her back from all paths save one. Hadria's eyes gleamed strangely. "They shall not have their way with me too easily. I can at least give my pastors and masters a little trouble.
Still the heritage was rich enough, in this case. Heredity might have some discoverable part in the apparent marvel. Each member of the Fullerton family had unusual ability of some kind. Their knowledge of science, and their familiarity with the problems of philosophy, had often astonished Miss Du Prel. Hadria's accounts of the Preposterous Society made her laugh and exclaim at the same moment.
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