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But when you once talk of your rights and your wrongs in love, all love is gone, or going. I hope it hasn't come to that with Reckage!" "You have great knowledge of him and know how to press it home when you choose. Can't you see, plainly enough, that he is on the road to disaster?" "No. One may easily be a long way from happiness and still be nowhere near disaster," he said, checking a deep sigh.
He had bought her a novel, some papers, and a few magazines; she turned these over listlessly, and murmured, as the train sped along "Of course, I had to come. No one will say a word when the circumstances are known. I hope poor Renshaw is comfortable in the next carriage." Reckage replied "You have behaved like an angel!"
"No," said Robert, so well accustomed to such violent jars that they could no longer disturb him; "I was only thinking...." "About what?" "All sorts of things." Reckage turned pale from dissatisfied inquisitiveness. "I think, too," he answered, "but I can throw out a word now and again." Then, making the remark that he was not dressed for dinner, he left the room.
She is a white marble vision. And Orange will love her forever and ever and ever. And when she is dead, he will love her still more!" She threw back her head and laughed till Pensée laughed also. Then they wished each other goodbye, and parted. When Sara reached home, she was dismayed to hear that Lord Reckage had called during her absence and was waiting for her return.
Poor Reckage recognised her step, however, and pulled the sheet half over his face lest she should be startled at its harsh disfigurements. She threw off her hat and veil and fell on her knees by the side of his bed. "Speak to me, Beauclerk, speak to me; it is I Sara." "I know you," he whispered; "you are the one I loved the best. But I haven't been true to anybody.
Hanborough might make much of him, and then his Association would feel flattered by reflected honours." "You invariably set your face against your own advantages, and I am afraid I shall not live to see you where you ought to be. However, Reckage shall have the invitation. Now, good-night. By the by, have you heard that Castrillon is now in the marriage-market?
Marshire was the more desperate because he was less intelligent and had fewer interests; Reckage loved her with all the force of a selfish, vain, and spoilt nature. Such a passion she knew was not especially noble and certainly not ideal. But it was strong, and it made him submissive. "Sara," he said, "you have got to help me."
He pointed to a corner on the third page, where she read in black, rough type: "Lord Reckage was thrown from his horse at Hyde Park Corner this afternoon. He was removed to Almouth House. His injuries are said to be of a very dangerous nature." She crushed the paper in her hand, and the two stood looking at each other, stupefied by the blow. "I am going to him," said Robert.
"This kind is very interesting," said Reckage, "although it is, of course, high-flown. Orange is romantic and scrupulous he knows next to nothing of the sensual life; and that next to nothing is merely a source of disgust and remorse. You follow me?" "Perfectly," said Rennes. "It is a question of temperament. The wonder is that he has not entered, in some delirium of renunciation, the priesthood."
Reckage, for his own part, had loved one lady very well, yet not so madly that he could resign himself to loving her only, to the exclusion of all others.
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