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Walden thanked him, and went his way. His spirits were gradually rising he was relieved to hear that Maryllia's house-party had broken up and dispersed, and he cogitated within himself as to whether he should go and say good-bye to her before leaving the village, or just let things remain as they were.
They were on the watch for him day and night, scouts traversed the high road to Riversford from east to west, from north to south in the hope of meeting him driving along to the town as usual on his estate agency business, but not a sign of him had been seen since the evening of the fox-hunt, when Maryllia's body had been found in Farmer's Thorpe's field.
He saw Maryllia's face, he saw all the eyes of her London friends fixed on him with a more or less critical and supercilious stare, he saw his own flock' waiting for his first word with their usual air of respectful attention, every small point and detail in his surroundings became suddenly magnified to his sight, even the little rose in old Josey Letherbarrow's smock caught his eye with an almost obtrusive flare.
After tea, they re-entered the house at Maryllia's request to hear Cicely play.
All the beauty of girlhood with the tenderness of womanhood, all the visions of young romance, united to the fulfilled passion of the heart, all the budding happiness of a radiant life,-all the promise of a perfect love; these were faithfully reflected in the purely moulded features, the dark blue caressing eyes, and the sweet mouth, which to Maryllia's fervid imagination appeared to tremble plaintively with a sigh of longing for the joy of life that had been snatched away so soon.
All the women smoked with the exception of Maryllia, Cicely and old Miss Fosby. The rings of pale blue vapour circled before Maryllia's eyes in a dim cloud, she had seen the same kind of mixed smoking going on before, scores of times, and yet now why was it that she felt vaguely annoyed by a sense of discrepancy and vulgarity She could not tell.
Je mer etait comme l'huile, mais avec un so-so!" And he swayed his hands to and fro with a rocking movement "Et le so-so faisaient les dames ah, ciel! so-so!" And he placed his hand delicately to his head, with an inimitable turning aside gesture that caused a ripple of laughter. Maryllia's eyes sparkled with fun. She saw Mrs.
The blow was totally unexpected, the open slight to his amour propre sudden and keen. His very blood tingled under the lash of Maryllia's disdain she had carried a point against him, and he almost imagined he could hear the distant echo of her light mocking laughter. His brow reddened, he gnawed his under-lip angrily, and sat mute, aware that he had been tricked and foiled.
Of course he knew he never could forget it, he knew that the sweet look in Maryllia's eyes the little appealing touch of her hand on his arm, would be perchance the most vivid impressions of his life till that life should be ended.
He felt, rather than saw, that Maryllia's eyes were fixed upon him, and he was perfectly aware that Lady Beaulyon, whom he recognised, as he would have recognised an actress, on account of the innumerable photographs of her which were on sale in the windows of every stationer in every moderate-sized town, was gazing straight up at him with a bright, mocking glance in which lurked a suspicion of disdain and laughter.
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