Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
But within lay a mixture even more explosive than he suspected; for not merely was there more of shame and fear and perplexity mingled with her love than he understood, but she was conscious of having now been false to him, and that rendered her temper dangerous. Lenorme had already suffered severely from the fluctuations of her moods. They had been almost too much for him.
He had explained to Mrs Courthope what he wanted the things for, and she had made no difficulty of sending them to the address he gave her. Lenorme had already begun the portrait, had indeed been working at it very busily, and was now quite ready for him to sit.
The one difficulty in the way was the position of Florimel. But that could not fail to appear in any case, and he was satisfied that even for her sake it was far better to speak openly; for then the common heart would take her in and cover her. He consulted, therefore, with Lenorme, who went to find her. She came, threw her arms round his neck, and begged him to say whatever he thought best.
"I never thought of that, my lady. Of course I daren't let you come near Kelpie." "Could you trust yourself to buy another horse to ride after me about town?" "No, my lady, not without a ten days' trial. If lies stuck like London mud, there's many a horse would never be seen again. But there's Mr Lenorme! If he would go with me, I fancy between us we could do pretty well."
He resolved therefore, seeing he must yet delay action a while in the hope of the appearance of Lenorme, to go out as in the old days after the herring, both for the sake of splicing, if possible, what strands had been broken between him and the fishers, and of renewing for himself the delights of elemental conflict.
When they left the park, Florimel went down Constitution Hill, and turning westward, rode to Chelsea. As they approached Mr Lenorme's house, she stopped and said to Malcolm "I am going to run in and thank Mr Lenorme for the trouble he has been at about the horse. Which is the house?" She pulled up at the gate.
Then dawning out of the dreamland of her past, appeared the image of Lenorme. Pure pleasure, glorious delight, such as she now felt, could not long possess her mind, without raising in its charmed circle the vision of the only man except her father whom she had ever something like loved. Her behaviour to him had not yet roused in her shame or sorrow or sense of wrong.
"Will you come to your brother, Florimel?" said Malcolm tenderly, holding out his arms. Lenorme raised her. She went softly to him and laid herself on his bosom. "Forgive me, brother," she said, and held up her face. He kissed her forehead and lips, took her in his arms and laid her again on Lenorme's knees. "I give her to you," he said, "for you are good." With that he left them, and sought Mr.
She had driven him from her; she was ashamed of her relation to him; she had caused him bitter suffering; she had all but promised to marry another man; yet she had not the slightest wish for that man's company there and then: with no one of her acquaintance but Lenorme could she have shared this conscious splendour of life.
With noiseless stride he hurried away, but could not help hearing a few passionate words that escaped his sister's lips before Lenorme could warn her that they were not alone words which, it seemed to him, could come only from a heart whose very pulse was devotion. "How can I live without you, Raoul?" said the girl as she clung to him.
Word Of The Day