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It was wood now on either side, the high pines, breathing their fragrance out into the darkness, and, like ghosts amongst them, the silver stems of birch-trees. Mr. Treffry said gruffly: "You won't give her up? Her happiness means a lot to me." "To you!" said Harz: "to him! And I am nothing! Do you think I don't care for her happiness? Is it a crime for me to love her?" "Almost, Mr.
"You're not of her blood, nor of her way of life, nor anything it's taking chances and " his hand came down on the young man's knee, "I'm fond of her, you see." "If you were in my place," said Harz, "would you give her up?" Mr. Treffry groaned. "Lord knows!" "Men have made themselves before now. For those who don't believe in failure, there's no such thing. Suppose she does suffer a little?
He had been all that was most dear to her, yet before her eyes would only come the vision of another. Mr. Treffry woke suddenly. "Not been asleep, have I? The beds here are infernal hard." "Uncle Nic, won't you give me news of him?" Mr. Treffry looked at her, and Christian could not bear that look.
"Chris, if I do this for you " They looked wistfully at one another. Then, shaking his head, Mr. Treffry gathered up the reins. "Don't fret, my dear, don't fret! Whoa, mare!" The carriage with a jerk plunged forward into darkness, curved with a crunch of wheels, and vanished, swinging between the black tree-pillars at the entrance....
She longed to fling herself down at his knees, but he was so still, that to move seemed impossible; she remained silent, with folded hands. Mr. Treffry spoke: "You'll let me know before you go. Goodnight!" Christian stole out into the passage. A bead curtain rustled in the draught; voices reached her. "My honour is involved, or I would give the case up." "He is very trying, poor Nicholas!
The distress of the last days, the passion and fear of the last hour, the tide of that new life of the spirit and the flesh, stirring within her, flowed out in a stream of words. When she had finished, there was so dead a silence that the fluttering of a moth round the lamp could be heard plainly. Mr. Treffry raised himself, crossed the room, and touched the bell.
The flame in the east had died, but the tops of the larches were bathed in a gentle radiance; and the peaks ahead were like amber. Everywhere were threads of water, threads of snow, and little threads of dewy green, glistening like gossamer. Mr. Treffry called out: "Give me your arm, Mr. Harz; I'd like to shake the reefs out of me.
Christian said: "You don't understand; you don't believe in him; you don't see! If I do come after his work if I do give him everything, and he can't give all back I don't care! He'll give what he can; I don't want any more. If you're afraid of the life for me, uncle, if you think it'll be too hard " Mr. Treffry bowed his head. "I do, Chris."
The bleeding!" He saw her muffle her face in her white sleeves, and seizing the candle, leaped out of bed and rushed away. The internal haemorrhage had come again, and Nicholas Treffry wavered between life and death. When it had ceased, he sank into a sort of stupor. About six o'clock he came back to consciousness; watching his eyes, they could see a mental struggle taking place within him.
"You may go to the devil!" said Mr. Treffry; "and I'll tell you what in my opinion it was low to set the police on that young chap; a low, dirty trick." Herr Paul divided his beard carefully in two, took his seat on the very edge of an arm-chair, and placing his hands on his parted knees, said: "I have regretted it since mais, que diable!
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