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I looked across at Verrall and met his eyes, and we studied one another. It was the clean, straight scrutiny of honest antagonism. "No," I decided. "Between us, nothing of that sort can be." "Ever?" said Nettie. "Never," I said, convinced. I made an effort within myself. "We cannot tamper with the law and customs of these things," I said; "these passions are too close to one's essential self.
You are probably aware of the hideous fate that was only too probably the lot, during those last dark days, of every girl of the insecure classes who loved and gave way to the impulse of self-abandonment without marriage, and so you will understand the peculiar situation of Nettie with young Verrall. One or other had to suffer.
J. G. Piddington, a member of the council of the S. P. R., and declared that they had not any expectation of what they discovered. I need hardly add that Mrs. Verrall had never heard anything about the happenings in the haunted house and that the watchers were completely ignorant of Mrs. Verrall's existence.
Here, for instance, is a stanza which it is not for those who run to read: Increasing days their reign exalt, Nor in the pink and mottled vault The opposing spirits tilt; And, by the coasting reader spy'd, The silverlings and crusions glide For Adoration gilt. This is charming; but if it were in one of the tongues of the heathen we should get Dr. Verrall to explain it away. Poor Mr.
And that I should have it in me to go on loving Nettie who loved in different manner both Verrall and me would have outraged the very quintessence of the old convention. In the old days love was a cruel proprietary thing. But now Anna could let Nettie live in the world of my mind, as freely as a rose will suffer the presence of white lilies.
"Girls aren't trained as men are trained to look into their minds. I can't see it yet. All sorts of mean little motives were there over and above the 'must. Mean motives. I kept thinking of his clothes." She smiled a flash of brightness at Verrall. "I kept thinking of being like a lady and sitting in an hotel with men like butlers waiting. It's the dreadful truth, Willie. Things as mean as that!
"But where did it come from? You can tell " "She didn't say. She said she was happy. She said love took one like a storm " "Curse that! Where is her letter? Let me see it. And as for this gentleman " She stared at me. "You know who it is." "Willie!" she protested. "You know who it is, whether she said or not?" Her eyes made a mute unconfident denial. "Young Verrall?" She made no answer.
How rare has been the power, or even apparently the desire, of a Bradley or a Verrall or a Murray, to carry the flower of their classical culture into the fields of modern literary study! And how few and fumbling the attempts of ordinary classical teachers to train their pupils in the appreciation of our English literature!
I wanted to go on thinking about Nettie; my mind had suddenly become voluminously productive concerning her and Verrall. Section 2 The talk we three had together in the dawn of the new time is very strongly impressed upon my memory. There was something fresh and simple about it, something young and flushed and exalted.
"We come back at last to my question," said Verrall, softly; "what are we to do?" "Part," I said. "You see, Nettie, these bodies of ours are not the bodies of angels.
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