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Can the mere sound of that man's voice, the mere glimpse of that man's face, have " I paused; I did not dare to complete my question. Lilian lifted her eyes to mine, and I saw at once in those eyes a change. Their look was cold; not haughty, but abstracted. "I do not understand you," she said, in a weary, listless accent. "It is growing late; I must go in."
In saying that she thought her Companion a "womanly woman," Lilian told the truth. Ever quick with sympathy, she felt a sadness in Mrs. Wade's situation, which led her to interpret all her harsher peculiarities as the result of disappointment and loneliness.
But my companion soon communicated something of her own happy ease to her gentler friend. After a short conversation we all three went to Lilian, who was in a little room on the ground-floor, fitted up as her study. I was glad to perceive that my interdict of the deathchamber had been respected.
He died when he was thirty-five, leaving four children: William Willans, Herbert Henry, Emily Evelyn and Lilian Josephine. They were brought up by their mother, who was a woman of genius. William Willans who is dead was the eldest of the family and a clever little man. He taught at Clifton College for over thirty years.
It now shaped itself into a cruel doubt the doubt of her being there either inside the corral, or anywhere in the Mormon camp! After all, had we taken the wrong track? Might not Holt have kept on with the gold-diggers? The story of the Chicasa signified nothing. Might not Lilian, under the protection of that gallant dragoon, with the torn tassel might not she?
But a gentler interest endeared her to my thoughts in the pleasure that Lilian felt in her visits, in the affectionate intercourse that sprang up between the afflicted sufferer and the harmless infant.
"When you've quite finished, perhaps you'll kindly go and leave me in peace." "Go! Leave you in peace!" Hamar shouted. "Damn you, curse your impertinence! Go! I'll not budge an inch till I wring from you an oath a solemn binding oath, that you'll break off your engagement with Kelson at once." "Really, Mr. Hamar!" Lilian Rosenberg said, "I cannot put up with quite so much noise.
Wade looked at her with alarm, imagining an attack of illness. But the next instant she was aware of the stranger, who stood in obvious embarrassment. She examined him keenly, then again turned her eyes upon Lilian. "Is this some one you know?" she asked, in a low voice. Lilian could not reply, and reply was needless.
There came a missive to Wickham; there was a message to the general; there was a very earnest message to 'Tonio; there was even a letter in Willett's hand to Evelyn Darrah. No one ever saw its contents save the girl to whom it was addressed, but there came nothing to be forwarded to the Archers at Camp Almy. From that night among the cedars Lilian never again saw Harold Willett.
"We saw them coming," said she. "Is it a despatch for the general?" "From Captain Turner," said he gravely. "I read it, hoping not to have to disturb the general, but there's been a fight and some are wounded. Turner needs instructions." The army-bred woman needed no further word. She knew at once what had to be done. "Wake father, Lilian, dear," she gently called from the foot of the stairs.
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