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And now he seemed to be suffering from something not unlike the nervous fever that had attacked him once before at Harmouth; complicated, this time, by a severe cold on the chest, caught by walking about through pouring rain in great agony of mind. It not only drew them together, just as they were drifting insensibly apart, but it revealed them to each other in a tenderer and serener light.
The clergyman endeavoured to suggest by his attitude that he took no part in the staring or the talk; he smiled out to sea with an air of beatific union with Nature. Harmouth beach is a safe place for scandal; for even a steep-pitched organ monotone with a brilliant feminine flourish on the top of it are lost in the accompaniment of the sea.
Come with me, Stephen," she said, coaxingly. "Let this silly school-teaching go. You are a rich man why under the sun do you want to work? If you are holding on to Harmouth on account of that pretty Mrs. Ponsonby, it can't do you much good when she is in New York. Besides," she added, quite as an afterthought, "it is bad morality, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself."
At present he was overwhelmed with business; but he hoped to run down to Harmouth at the end of the week, and travel up to town with her. He understood that she was going to stay with Edith. Busy as he was, he would come now, at any minute, if he could be of any immediate use. She had only to wire if she wanted him.
The fog hung in her hair in drops like rain; it made her grey dress cling close about her straight, fine limbs; it gave its own grandeur and indistinctness to her solitary figure. She turned, unstartled, but with an air of imperfect recognition. He raised his hat; the hat with the green ribbon on it. "I beg your pardon, but can you tell me the shortest cut to Harmouth? I think I've lost my way."
The two western windows thrown open looked over the valley to the hills; Castle Hill with its black battlement of pines, and round-topped Core; to Harmouth Gap, the great doorway of the west wind, and the straight brown flank of Muttersmoor, stretching to the sea.
She didn't particularly want to marry him, but then, on the other hand, she was not violently set against it. She saw romance through her mother's eyes, and Mrs. Shelton said Professor Ponsonby was a man any girl might be proud to win. If his sympathies were as narrow as his shoulders, his scientific reputation extended over the civilized world, and Harmouth was proud of the fact.
Which of course is what one might expect." "It is, indeed. Did you look at the dates? Did you notice that all those later things were written either at Harmouth, or after?" "I did." "And didn't that strike you as significant? Didn't you draw any conclusions?" "I drew the conclusion that that the poet I knew had worked out his own salvation." "Exactly the poet you knew.
My friend, Simeon Ponsonby, is lost in the wilderness of Patagonia, and I am organizing a party to search for him. I shall have to resign my work at Harmouth, but I feel responsible for poor Ponsonby's fate; I sent him on the expedition." "Ah! did you?" she said, laughing wickedly. "Poor Uriah has been disposed of, and now the lady sends you to look for his bones.
Lucia shook her head and followed her own train of thought. "Kitty, to be perfectly honest, I think I'm not sure, but I think from something he said to-day that you were right about him once. I mean about his beginning to care too much. I'm afraid it was so, at Harmouth, towards the end. But it isn't so any more. He tried to tell me just now.
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