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I'm bound-up in the prosperity of the country, and if the ship is wrecked, it ruins my fortune, but not me, unless I'm bound-up in myself. At least I hope that's my case. He apologized for intruding Mr. Thomas Redworth.
Redworth wanted to know whether Diana should be told of it, though he had no particulars to give; and somewhat to his disappointment, Lady Dunstane said she would write. She delayed, thinking the accident might not be serious; and the information of it to Diana surely would be so.
'Had I known it was you! said Diana, bidding him enter the passage. She wore a black silk mantilla and was warmly covered. She called to her maid Danvers, whom Redworth remembered: a firm woman of about forty, wrapped, like her mistress, in head-covering, cloak, scarf and shawl. Telling her to scour the kitchen for firewood, Diana led into a sitting-room.
They were conversing of general matters with their usual crisp precision on her return, and she was rather like the two countrymen, in debating whether it was excess of coolness or discreetness; though she was convinced of their inclinations, and expected love some day to be leaping up. Diana noticed that she had no reminder for leaving the room when it was Mr. Redworth present.
There was in her bosom a revolt at the legal consequences of the verdict or blunt acquiescence of the Law in the conditions possibly to be imposed on her unless she went straight to the relieving phial; and the burden of keeping it under, set her wildest humour alight, somewhat as Redworth remembered of her on the journey from The Crossways to Copsley.
a pathway of nodding heads and curtsies, resembling oak and birch-trees under a tempered gale, even to the shedding of leaves, for here a turban was picked up by Sir Lukin, there a jewelled ear-ring by the self- constituted attendant, Mr. Thomas Redworth. At the portico rang a wakening cheer, really worth hearing.
'I say, Redworth, I wish you'd dine with me. Let's drive up to my Club. Very well, two words. And I warn you, I shall call him out, and make it appear it 's about another woman, who'll like nothing so much, if I know the Jezebel. Some women are hussies, let 'em be handsome as houris. And she's a fire-ship; by heaven, she is!
She would have to go about, a mark for the talkers, and behave as if nothing were in the air-full of darts! Oh, that general whisper! it makes a coup de massue a gale to sink the bravest vessel: and a woman must preserve her smoothest front; chat, smile or else! Well, she shrinks from it. I should too. She is leaving the country. 'Wrong! cried Redworth. 'Wrong indeed.
Finally, in extreme impatience, he walked up to the group of spectators. They were all, and Andrew Hedger among them, the most entranced and profoundly reverent, observing the dissection of a pig. Unable to awaken his hearing, Redworth jogged his arm, and the shake was ineffective until it grew in force. 'I've no time to lose; have they told you the way? Andrew Hedger yielded his arm.
I go to him a derelict, bearing a story of the sea; empty of ideas. I remember sailing out of harbour passably well freighted for commerce. 'When Tom Redworth has had command of the "derelict" a week, I should like to see her! The mention of that positive captaincy drowned Diana in morning colours. She was dominated, physically and morally, submissively too.
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